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Heron Clan Reading, August 22, 2021
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom For Caitlyn:
Pretend Painting
Pretend painting on the walls,
She wreaks havoc in the halls,
With basting brush and a handy source of water,
A commode to me, but to the granddaughter...
A magic, glimmering, bucket of paint.
Oh, say it ain't,
Oh say it ain't so.
She's painting toilet water
on the walls.
Sitting on My Stoop
Sitting on my porch,
I startle up to see, what
I thought would be,
A sea, scraping on the sand.
Instead, I saw the street,
Running past my door.
The drier leaves of winter
Scraping hard upon the concrete,
Rustling in mistaken cadence,
Like an ocean against a shore.
Something So Familiar
Like holding my own hand,
-so familiar.
Fingers entwined,
-like a stem of wine,
Tipped to your tongue,
-I hold it there,
Against those lips,
-Our fingers
Entwined.
I could,
-work on these lines.
They could,
-become something more.
They could
-become something less.
Yet, they could
stand
now,
As
They are.
As they
were.
A
moment,
In
time.
Nothing
more.
Nothing
less.
toilet water on the wall,a
toilet water on the wall,a street looks like ocean squall
dried leaves blowing in the wind,the sound of winter as it begins
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