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Break

I was resting, almost sleeping,
in a shelter from the rain.
I listened to it hit the leaves
and into the river drain.
I could hear my husband working
beneath the cloudy sky,
humming as he cleared a path
to walk on, by and by.

- I remember now the safety,
the sweet implicit trust.
I’m clinging to that memory,
and will till I am dust -

I saw the serpent coming
and smiled at his walk.
It was a graceful motion
and I welcomed friendly talk.
He asked me with such innocence
if there was nothing we could eat.
I answered that of course there was,
just one no one should eat.

- I remember how I wondered why,
the briefest, fleeting thought;
then he answered, never shy,
his secret battle fought -

He said I was mistaken,
that I would never die
just for taking my own food
and opening my eyes.
He said I would be like the One
with whom we walked in love;
told me how it would make me wise
like Him who reigned above.

- I now remember urgently
what I forgot that day:
that He, with love, had made me,
I had no price to pay -

I called my husband over,
the serpent wandered off.
I took a bite, then he as well,
and we swallowed with a cough.
We had been so sweet and easy,
and solid as a rock.
Now he did not know my name
and I was eyeing him with shock.

- The panic I can still recall
as we covered up our eyes.
Our “wisdom” was but bitter gall,
and frantic were our cries -

The evening sun was setting,
the rain had cleared away.
Our God came and called for us
like any other day.
I could not even answer -
I was too filled with shame.
My husband answered stiffly;
we both refused the blame.

- I can still see how the serpent fell
to his belly in the dirt,
and hear the voice God used to tell
of the toil and the hurt -

We left that night, our hearts ablaze
with every newfound fear,
hiding in His sacrifice
of clothes to hold us near.
We left behind the guardian’s sword;
his victory was sure.
God’s gentle grace, our shaky faith
the only way to be restored.

- I remember best how we would speak
in the coolness of the day.
He loves me still, despite the break,
and I can only pray.

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Edge of Oblivion

A glass, half full, teeters
The edge of oblivion.
Water shakes, quivers,
ready to fling itself into the unknown.
(hard wooden floor)
And the table wobbles,
just a fraction.

The glass and water fall.

The glass and water
explode

Upwards, one moment
mingled, a fountain of
glittering diamonds.

This their moment, hanging
in air
before clinking and pooling to the floor.

~2007?

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Words

Words fly
between my lips
my tongue clicks
against my teeth.

………………………………………I speak

Words jump
into the air between us
They stand as a wall
I crouch.

……………………………………..you only hear
……………………………………..what I want you to hear

Words form
in my mind
I present them to you
my offering, my sacrifice.

…………………………………….you take them calmly
…………………………………….offer no return

Words fill
longing
Prodding you, Speak!
You have not spoken
as I have.

…………………………………….you know it is not real

Words offer
myself
Through holes in the wall
your silence accepts them

…………………………………….you sacrifice nothing to me
…………………………………….you have not spoken yet
…………………………………….you know it is not real

With easy motion
you reach through my wall
Stop my lips
with one finger
and say

………………..”Listen”
…………………………..”I speak”

and we savor words together.

~2008?

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Pit Stop

The rumors you have heard are true -
it happened as they say.
It was an ill omen for all
for it took place on New Year’s Day.

None suspected, no one thought
such a tragedy occurred.
It was not unlike a thief in the night
that no one could have heard.

We heard the roar, the swirling rush -
but no one could discern
if we were saving Planet Earth
or yelling “Burn, baby, burn!”

The confession yielded lesser guilt,
but we all shared in the shame.
Our pity was still absolute
for flushing is no game.

It was a quiet panic
from a helpless-feeling heart:
“It was too late! All was gone!
I hope the sewer’s smart!”

Yes, we will survive them,
these rumors that are true -
but there’s no easy “moving on”
after pressing “one” when it needed “two.”

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Beautiful

Pawpaw told me first.
He said it every time he said hello
or goodbye, but never rehearsed
or teasing, so even though
others said it later,
it’s his voice on the word
that I remember:
The very first time I heard
“beautiful.”

 

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Trees In Winter

Leaves don’t blow so hard
in the fall. Each breaks
differently, a shard
of summer drifting under rakes
into great heaps of wasted age,
like hair in a barber’s shop,
resting gently, no illness or rage,
waiting to be swept up.
And the trees in the winter
nod and bend like friends,
but also shake and shiver
while the cold wind rends
apart the naked branches
and sneaks down shaved necks.
The trees will take their chances
with next spring, with the wrecks
of colored leaves decomposing
around their roots,
the winter cold exposing
the bones beneath the fruits.

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#51-60

51. easy registration for next semester’s classes

52. next semester is the LAST semester

53. I have no labs next semester!

54. cardiac classes – all of them

55. professors who look like my dad

56. drawing pictures of skydiving on tests – for credit

57. feeling better after skipping school from illness

58. having several new friends this semester, that I see a lot

59. finding words for family

60. learning to teach Spanish

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