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Hand on the Doorknob

It could be like chocolate milk

the way Yoo-hoo soda

finds its bubble of heart dance

Use the recipe

Smooth

Easy as pecan pie

Forget the sugar

Just be good to me

 

Today there are only buck-thorns

To bring the pennies from heaven

 

Who who who

Says now for then

For this place on the good red road

Around the corner

Sticky with coffee spills

Wednesday brings Sunday

 

Maybe five seasons cold

Is all you need to see Shiva

Loud with light and laughter

Maybe the sleep of seven moons

Is all the dark one need weep

For gardens to break with bounty

September

 

We run with the hounds

Of curiosity for the bulls

Howling like coyote 

Crooning in barred owl

Even so

 

Waves of shiver

Kiss 5 AM

Awakened between chapters

Ground to azurite dust

The very gravel of first borns

The very sass to climb Gibraltar

To gaze back

Survey our progress

Bring water home

 

To turn now

and open permission.

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