Summer in the south
It is so easy to look back and think,
coffee on the stove, dishes in the sink.
Clothes lapping in the wind outside the door,
floors being swept with straw brooms stored.
Yelling at the children as they begin to play,
telling them ‘stay close’ throughout the day.
Lazy brown dog, sniffing for the shade,
underneath the porch, his bed he made.
Summer heat a rising and clouds begin to form,
nothing more cleansing than an afternoon storm.
Deep within the south, families all know the others,
where Sundays congregate, sisters and their brothers.
Not much left deep within summer’s south,
most of the families are scattered about.
But, if you drive down an old country road,
where there is only dirt, listening to the crickets and toads.
You might in the distance look down path to see,
a barefoot child, stick in hand, chewing on a weed.
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Dandelions, fields of weeds and scattered seeds,
these golden pollen spread.
The flower sweet,
the pollen wreak,
this lovely enemy of my head.
masking ranting weed.
so strong in resistance.
Please tell me, what is your need?
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An hour of time,
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with the shroud of my womb
choking closely on my shoulders.
Weeping across my soul the red stain
flows into the vine now twisting into my
human flesh of pain and sorrow.
Mother of Mothers, whose loneliness
and desperation sheds the crust of my body
calling out for the new bread.
New bread for the generation left
from a Mother’s tears,
at Mary’s feet; the world weeps.
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3:00 a.m., the whistle blows hauntingly through a thick still night.
I thought, how it is a reassuring sound from the past to the present,
Makes everything seem normal or at least safe as normal should feel.
Time of the little brick house with wasp escaping through the stone fireplace.
Or, an infant crying to be fed and nurtured back to sleep.
Or, the present time, the darkness allowed my thoughts to travel.
The sound allowed my mind to go on into the memories of any time before.
Sounding one last time, it disappears into nothingness and all is quiet.
Just the darkness. left from minutes past 3:00 a.m.
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