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DREAM OF DRAGONFLY

Dream of dragonfly on a winter afternoon.

Me a summer child at play in a boat

hear the older children jeer: darning needle, darning needle!

stitch up your eyes fly far away, dragonfly!

They were abundant on our lake.

I admired their quick swoop, the long hover over water.

Remember my grandmother, her deft hands

mending our heel worn socks.

How she held a darning egg, wove the threads,

sewed shut the holes.

Think now I never saw such an act of grace and skill as hers.

Of course I never did see a dragonfly stitch.

The Love of a God

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If I tell you about my life, will you listen?

Once I was young and loved the sea.

Water and wind, the sun a great, indifferent beast.

They ate away my days.
Once I was young and loved the sea,

a woman with daughters and no sons.

They ate away my days.

How beautifully those hours blazed.
A woman with daughters and no sons,

we walked mangrove beaches hunting crayfish.

How beautifully those hours blazed.

Bells of distant boats rang out indigo.

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HER HEART, HIS HEART

 

Her Heart

            shadowed, dim

            wooded paths and green

            cool steams

            written words, complexity

Loving what is lacking.

 

His Heart

            a sun filled expanse

            mountain rimmed

            dry high desert

            juniper, simple sounds

            of bird and wind

Loving what is there.