i tend to look for words in strings of matronly pearls,
silky orderly words
who promise to content themselves to grow in rows like onions,
and then i rest
and watch for white clouds
on baby blue skies,
for flocks of bird songs to swirl around us
(the onions and i)
for abalone feathers to dribble ink into tide pool puddles
from a garden hose who wanders about making it his business to
spray little girls
who find treasures watching for them…waiting for them
on sands
where starlings speak poesy

Kae,
Thank you for sharing with us this beautiful poem 🙂
Stay poetic
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Ah Ben…:)… thanks so much 🙂
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I just swung by ur blog.. really like your story about not listening to others .. wisdom there… tried to send it but it said it wouldn’t.. so giving u a shout out here:)
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💛💛💛
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🙂
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Beautiful!
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:).. thanks
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🙂 You’re welcome.
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🙂
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Wow. 👌 😍
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:)… thanks so much
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