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take the pedals off the flower.
throw away the leaves.

take the stem and put it in the river.
what quivers is the stamen left behind.

stop and let them die.
stop and let the browning begin.

stop and watch stamen disappear into soil.

whatever existed prior of that flower
is now gone, yet Spring speaks to say,

Oh, but look at it now. This flower has made a field.
See the bumblebees and dragonflies taking from their fruitness?


:::


hands hold wine glasses.
some reach out to greet a shoulder,

others talk with joy in movement.
audio accompanies their dances.

is there anything more pleasant
than watching Your hands moving?

moving, never still, still moving.

distance keeps me;

i am sedentary here so others can move,
even though i am always reaching out;

i chose to be the coat rack
on Christmas Eve.


:::


two woman dance under the moonlight.
they are only silhouettes from where i can see.

was it a drink or a few?

they celebrate the New Year coming.
they dance! they dance! they dance!

all i can do is smile for them
in their knowing of the new coming,

waiting for the unseen.


:::


ground. tile floor. gravel road. cement sidewalk.
POW!

ground. tile floor. gravel road. cement sidewalk. mailbox.
POW!

feet tapping. building watching. watch checking time. feet again.
POW!

ground. table. chair. feet crossed. beige painted walls.
POW! pow. p...

looking-elsewhere-strategies
always bring me back around

to Your looking...
pow.

dead.

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