Such a glorious Saturday… sunlight streaming in on my back as I type; any thought of the bleak wintery days that started the week are long gone. There is so much light, as there was last night when Cindy, Ashley and I opened ourselves to the glory of Friday night. Now we ask you to open yourselves to that light; drink deeply from its source.
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In every suburb they rise
from beds, heavy
with dreams of sons
still to come home.
Sirens call in the shocking
emptiness of hospital rooms
their ragged sons dream
life into.
GN
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CK
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1.
It was a sand smudged second
a quick, chlorine encounter:
Swimsuit, I do not love you.
2.
The physician assistant examines my foot
while her sandal straps wrap around perfectly
hairless ankles I will not say like snakes.
AM
three gems again…always enjoying the friday night lights..
glad they are still creating sparks in your world claudia!
The opening stanza captures every parents fears…well said here.
Thanks Charles.