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Birthday
The first in 65 years
without you in it.
Bracketed for me
the tender black silhouettes
of trees against early and late
light
Soft spring air
I dreamed you in the middle
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About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
7 comments:
Hi puddle,
Anniversaries are so hard. I hope you get through the day OK.
"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
"They shall bear the up in their hands, lest thy foot dash against a stone."
Thanks, nordy. I did. And it'll never be the first one again.
xox
Tried to post a note to puddle on baby, but blogger won't take my password.
puddle, if you see this, here's a hug for you. It's been a hard year, but isn't it wonderful that Edwin had a May birthday when everything begins to bloom again?
Off to the salt mine. bbl
donna in evanston | 05.09.07 - 9:40 am |
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Thanks for that thought, Donna.
Hubby has a springtime birthday too.
Sending my future self a note of tenderness. ♥
XOXOXXX
~ listener
P.S. puddle, how did you know that was norgy posting?!
Oh though clairvoyant one! ;)
norgy = nordy
(guess I've been typing too much today! LOL!)
XOXOXXX
listener ~~ history, love, and other secrets, lol!
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