Lemon Tree

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Come now,
Take my hand.
Let us sit under the lemon trees
In my uncles backyard.
Under the branches which bare fruit with
A bright yellow rind,

Those that  beckon us to partake of
Bitterness.
Instead we will delight in the color.

Instead we will take comfort in the silence
Between us and observe fruit and

Life

For a while.

Flying Away

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Waiting for a connection.
Watching people go by,
A few looking  quite frantic.
Ready to board their plane
And fly away.
Most staring straight ahead
One destination on their mind.
Always flying away.
They are all so distracted,
Staring at their phones
And tripping
Over nothing.
Dreaming of flying away.
And I wonder what
Tales the
Luggage carousel
Might tell.

At The Station

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I thought I saw you

At the station.

I turned around without thinking

With a panic in my heart

And 

An ache in my throat,

Imagining I might catch you.

I almost tripped and fell in my haste.

Then my mind caught my heart

Before it leapt to far ahead

And reminded me I had done this before.

I had begged and chased

Shamelessly.

I was lost in the moment no more.

Just like that.

Winter Morning

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Writing this winter morning.

Thoughts so flitting,

Floating.

Coffee steaming,

Warming.

Snuggled in a blanket looking

Out frosted windows.

The kitty does not know what she wants

Jumping on my lap,

Then down.

I lose myself for moments

Distracted by the sunrise 

Over distant mountains.

On beats my heart a little louder.

Once again it grows stronger.

I recognize my courage.

Mother Earth

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Mother Earth sings her song.

It is in the dirt,

The wind,

The water of the raging rivers

And the peaceful ponds.

The trees and the mountains.

The lion and the sparrow.

We think we do not know her song

But we too are her song.

We have only become distracted

For her music is in our very cells.

The blood of our ancestors.

Be still, your soul

And listen.

This song never pauses.

Sing with her once more.

Time Slumbers

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Clouds of black

As day turns to night.

I try to speak with all my might,

Soundless.

On hands and knees I crawl.

The wind pushes me to where i do not wish to go,

Where i do not recall my name.

My skin feels not my own.

I lie motionless,

Overcome with shadows.

Still i breath.

I sleep until I forget

And dream

In a place

Where time slumbers 

And forgets as well.