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Childlike

Childlike

A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of things these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child...
Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day

I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...
When the Cloud Lifts

When the Cloud Lifts

Morning arrives earlier than in days past. I wake in the dark long before daylight, somewhere between midnight and daybreak which suits my disposition. Admittedly, I’m passing through the dark, but heading toward dawn. When the cloud settles upon you, stay put, the...
Up Against the Shore

Up Against the Shore

It is anchored there, like a buoy of protection, informing me of my inability and limitations, as if to say, “Do not swim beyond this point, silly child.” The ropes, north and south, define the boundaries. But I am stubborn, the sea beyond looks bluer. The sun...
I Happened to Stop

I Happened to Stop

I stood at a fork in the road. White petals blew in the wind. One road led through a canopy of trees offering shade from the heat of the sun. But the other was adorned with petals and led on through a silky light. The trunk of the tree stood wide and strong and firmly...

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