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Heron Clan Reading: July 11, 2021
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom 2 poems to read on Sunday
Albatross Houses
Love is such a different animal
when there is no longing for babies
and hopes of houses
and eternal togetherness.
Eternity is closer,
the babies are grown,
and houses are albatrosses and memory curators.
A rubbing of skin we now become
A flush of love in a sweaty embrace
What needs you of me
What needs me of you?
The seperate lives we lead
Intersecting and bisecting
The crossroads and telephones.
Can we build a new life
A phoenix story
Of rebirth from the ashes
When our embers have yet to cool.
Old lives disturb the new
The new an uncomfortable fit
A sweater with no holes.
Love has a different feel.
When dream replacements
Are singluar in nature.
The albatross houses
Become means of escape
And the plans for tomorrow
Are written in ink.
Who Wants Coffee
If fans are twirling,
It’s too hot for coffee,
But the swirling air
Matches swirls of milk
And a lazy day
on the patio slab.
If bees are buzzing,
It’s to late for a mug,
But the humming insects
Create a hunger for muffins
Butter, honey, and a steaming
Brew at the kitchen table.
If the dinner is over
Plates hog the placemats
A suggestion of dessert
Is greeted with a groan,
But who wants coffee?
Is never turned down.
too listless for dessert
The feminal soul is like a hot house. It is built for growing seed. Your DNA is beautifully crafted to that purpose. The humming insects will always swirl about in hunger, never fully realizing what entangles them… it is the sweet scent of butter and honey… despite the occasional bumble bee too listless for dessert.