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Heron Clan: December 19, 2021, One Eye, Maid in City
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom One Eye
One eye crying,
The other left for dry,
The one she faces her lover,
The one he would see,
Streams tears in milky expression,
Slips down her cheek like cream,
Smooth tears pouring,
While the other,
And the lover,
Watch.
Careless of his feelings he said,
Careless of her hurt, she said,
I don’t belong here
This is not my place,
Then why are your stockinged toes,
Hassock-ed and batting up against mine.
She can’t even cry
With both eyes.
Maid in the City
I sat and watched the signal change
The red to green then red again
My coffee turning cool
In the winter shade of the cafe
On a warm December day.
Walking in white tennis shoes
Thick bottomed trainers
White multi striped trousers stopping at the ankle
She clutched the house plant
Still neon green, newly germinated
Fresh clean pot
A gift, or
Her job
Caring for plants in the stores
Around the little city square
Fresh she was too
With messy braids, bright blonde,
A milk maid in the city.
Her white long sleeved sweater hung over a white collared shirt,
She stopped
To wait
Through the cycle again
Never looking right or left to show us her profile
Just a girl in a tippy toed walk
Across the street
With a house plant.
