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White widow’s walk waits,
While ancient sailors return,
From veiled Atlantic.
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Chambers, self-propelled,
Infinity in the sea,
Moves through tides, through time.
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Like a butterfly,
She touches lives and changes
Them with brightest wings.
My wildflower friend,
Exudes beauty as she grows,
Sun is where she g..
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Gentle mid-day mountain sun,
Warms me,
Never minding that I am not young,
And have travelled hard roads.
Lights me,
Never minding that I am no l..
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Not a poem
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Aerial ballet,
Allegro avian wings a-flutter,
Humming an accompaniment
For tiny body suspended in tremolo,
Sipping sweet sugar solution
From flow..
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Not a poem
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Not political, just a grandmother sad at the way things are.
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Mottled beams of sunlight
Filter down through dense canopies,
To feed the whispering, wooded forest.
Stirred breezes and shadows move like liquid
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Tall ears semaphore,
Warning mates off to shelter,
Strong feet bound once more...
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