Gently
Breezes come to the window
Curious, even perhaps eager
To slip inside the room, to tease
The young sprouts growing
On old houseplants.
Month: July 2020
Aunt
I loved
all
the little children
one
by one they left
taken
to new places by jobs
schools, families, wanderlust,
or the simple busyness of life,
growing up,
growing old
loving their own
little children.
Losing the Edge
I fell
off the concrete
into your eyes.
You let go.
I bandaged my ankle
and loved you.
~from Dancing When the Water Gathers
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