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Heron Clan 2023 Vol XI Submission
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom Yellow Wings
Light reflecting up through leaves
Reflects up from still water,
Carried up
Through the wings of the tree
Fluttering,
Flapping.
Rooted in its decaying bed,
Its leaves float off
In the aviary light.
Catching the yellow winged air
On its yellowing fingers,
Colored painted nails
In orange and lime green,
The tree
Waves
Farewell
To its freed feathers.
I'd Say
I‘d say I miss him,
but he’s never around to miss.
I’d say I’d kiss him,
but he’s never around to kiss.
I’d say I love him,
But he’s never there to be loved.
Not,
Available to kiss,
Nor,
Willing to be missed.
Or,
Open to be loved.
I’d love to miss his kisses,
But they aren’t mine,
To miss.
Sweet Talker
He calls me baby,
And gets down on his knees before me.
He calls me honey,
And lays his head upon my stomach.
Then he speaks.
He speaks so sweet
I feel my bones
Disappear
Inch by inch.
He speaks,
I feel the fibers
Tight
In my life
Un-skein,
Thread by thread,
He speaks,
So sweet,
The things he feels,
The things that he sees.
He pulls me to him
In the sticky intertwine,
Lover’s arms and legs
Coiled, glued.
Then he speaks.
He speaks so sweet
I feel my legs
Uncurl
Motionless.
He speaks, and
Untwists the nerves
Worry by worry
From my limbs.
Folded in around him,
His voice resonates
When he speaks,
So sweet,
The things that he sees,
The things that he feels.
Then he calls me baby,
And lays his head upon my stomach.
