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The Sun – California Notebooks 02

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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed

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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out

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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may

.

join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away

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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye

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as I sit speechless

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Time

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my gorgeous shell

is broken

in spite of all my care

attention

in spite of people’s

praises

.

some dark spots

where

found inside spreading

they cut me

to pull all of them out

saw me back

.

I still hurt where they

broke me

I lost that harmonic beauty

I need to heal

time is what I paid all of this for

to have more

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Growing

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with poems I color

my emotions of new hues

stretch the perimeters

.

grasp a dreamed story

giving it legitimacy

the gifts are shared

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my soul’s eyes scan

the air around of me

the breath of God

.

the most soft of nests

I am watching myself

growing with as I create

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Children Asleep

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how many times

have I tried to

describe the

feeling of

tenderness

arising in me

in a poem

.

as I walked the

garden at night

at dusk or through

cloudy days when

your little heads

are reclined all

closed down as

.

children asleep

.

the daisies would

not hear me

nearing them

a motherless

woman being

the greatest

mother of all

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Black Rim

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I walk around my

small land where trees

abound and I have

a restlessness this year

I never had as if

my garden and I have lost

communication

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but I attend the land a lot

.

I sit waiting as at

the bed of a sick child to

whom nobody hands

water exhausted

I tighten my hands one

with the other in

silent pain I look down

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to the aging skin

to the black rim under

my nails its dirt

sticking to me my garden’s

way to hold onto me

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