recycled passages
torn from fragile pages
a history in parchment
flaking and handled
over and over
by avid and bored alike
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re-used emotions
whispering in the heart
filling gaps of loneliness
tempering in steamy clouds
the raw and capable
instigating choices
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re-purposed livelihood
skitters on the frying pan
tickling the temple
exciting like new blood
surging through veins
of loveliness and grace
The sophisticated climate
in the room with Auntie Mae
prods the rebellious spirits
like squirrels come out to play
It’s the nature of the child
in the company of my aunt
to break free of her stuffiness
and her rules that say, “You can’t”
In a field of possibilities
on the path up to the rise
it’s the squeezy places that inspire
for there, we’re forced to think it twice
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May you find the joy in any challenges today!
She spins a beauty way
Gossamer threads
or chunky oil rigs
given half a turn
Her nimble fingers twist
preparing a new tapestry
while those who would philosophize
turn only phrases in their heads
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Every spot is sacred
each moment divine
Her Spinning changes everything
Beauty’s essence in time…
Giveaway clean
the heart of service
center of abundance
before the receiving part
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One fairly friendly
and, not so wild, wild turkey
tarried in the parking lot
Head tilted back
Casual, unhurried
Showing off his wattle
and nothing more
One feather dangling
The giveaway bird…
On the edge of the wild
Strawberries flourish
Wearing their seeds
Like porcupine spines
Where tame and free meet
Intersecting in rare moments
Of recognition and empathy
Our hearts mingled
One can be grounded without roots
Hair flailing in the wind
Two can spin and spin
In the twirling winds of change
