Virgin Ground
He was the neighbor boy
and I, the city girl
banished to the countryside
to the grandparents,
to learn hard work
on the dairy-farm.
The rumbling train after the long flight,
jumbled my brain;
everything outside that train window
bumped along;
seemed jumbled isolated,
alien; and I felt alone.
I sat next to an older woman
who without looking whispered
see the pretty cow?
Her grandchild came
from the bathroom late—
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The Beast: Chapter Two
She walked through the door
looking back only to see him fade
into the crowd of students
pouring across the plaza in front of the auditorium.
She watched him recede
vowing
that she would make a point of finding out
more about him.
There was the freshman boat ride in a few days
there was her next opportunity.
Suddenly a voice said:
'Wow, that was chemistry
if I have ever seen chemistry.'
It was Nancy, Nicole's roommate.
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Fusing
You lay now on your silver bed
flowers all around
and that seems right;
always you were the last
having brought your book to the party
to the last to leave cleaning up
arms always full
of emotional gifts
for each and everyone
who took shelter within them,
there was always with them
an inexhaustible supply of love
gentle hope transferred to the hopeless
who came away still warms from those arms touch
from those late night talks
supports given and renewed and
all able to make a new way back to the light.
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Bas-Relief
She stepped up
and removed her coat placing it beside her
and turned slightly.
She took her cocked hat, twisted it
and let it fall to the floor;
it landed askew.
Hesitating she dabbed her eyes
to remove the makeup there
and the foundation too.
The pins in the hair were identified
pinched and removed;
each pin planted in the pin-cushion on the bureau.
A single shaft of sun-light was forming
retreating across the floor toward the window.
Standing in place
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Where Do Babies Come From? -Mother to Daughter
She turns 11 tomorrow.
and she says to me:
'Do babies come really
from there? '
That finger was much too low;
not my belly
but way below
and I froze-
between the lie
and her need to know
truth.
She,
eyes wide
'do they really come
from your thingie? '
I said
'yes, but...'
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Moments
Of all the Graces praised
least in the West
but better understood in the East
is that of the ability
to Endure.
Not passivity,
but deep understanding given.
The Western view is that all is chard
and moments are all that matter.
But incidents and moment-pieces
are not lives or even a day given.
But enduring each moment
is better done
from understanding the whole
from which the moment comes.
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The Dark
She cradled the coffee cup
her eyes on the door
each entrant receiving an expectant glance
but each time
it was not the one
her glance then
did a sad swan dive
into the swirling mist
above the coffee cup
she hoping to see a future there
in its foaming liquid
which would foretell
he would come
he would come.
She shifted her weight
to one side then the other
lifting her hand
to signal
for another cup to come
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Velvet Thunder and Summer Rain
There was nothing in the eyes which revealed to her
where they had looked before, whom they had laid upon,
what kiss they had seen, what heart they had traversed.
She peered closer because his head was turned to one side and she
looked for something in the stance therefore, in the hands moving
which might tell the story of their wanderings, their placements
upon what and whom, at what hours of the day or night,
what perfumed scents they might possess, whose mouth
even they might have tasted, plying aside gentle lips, placing
cherries there from the jubiliee.
It was not that he, once turned would look upon her, he might not notice her at all and that was as well giving her the advantage of the unobserved observer, the secret admirer hiding in plain sight, the moment about to strike if fate allowed and thus when, she thought when when he finally turns there will be dumbfounded first moments when strangers meet and fix there as though they had known each other all their lives.
He was that person, even from behind profile she knew, even if all she had seen was profile, he would be unknown but known, a lightning bolt crackling dash to the ground seeking to wed cloud and earth, she was earth of course, because lightning strikes up.
His head froze because the charged air made him aware that some ones energy was there, behind him, drawing him and recognizing that made him pause and slow motion, stop his conversation, cock his head and start to turn, turn to see what manner of human force was drawing him round, demanding that he face its source.
She froze as well, up to her full height anticipation to see what the face she had never fully seen, was to see in her seeing him.
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In Defense of Romantic Love
She said:
'In defense of Love I have only Faith and Necessity to offer;
without Romantic Love I fear the species dies.'
'Well' he said 'Romantic Love is a recent and western notion you see
and has existed only in the last 200 years and mostly in the west-invented I think by the Victorians and the Romantic Poets.''
'So tell me then my friend' he said 'what is Romantic Love good for? Is it not best to assure that a couple has good families involved since after all is it
not true that what is happening here is not a tryst but two families coming
together?
And too, no couple can make it alone on Love's Grist..
Arranged marriages has been the norm and is the best if the test is
longevity.'Romantic Love too often he said ends in Unromantic divorce miserable kids and True Love's Adversities.
'Are you saying then she said we jettison Romantic Love and its pursuits? '
'In that case let me state, then combine, what I take to be True Love's true defenses.
Love its true, is the bonding start, but behind that is unlimited Faith in the
the Other unrelenting.
Otherwise we would all marry only near clones of ourselves
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Woman Talk-Man Talk- Lisa and Jodi
'Why do I'
she said
always have to carry the torch
be the one who illuminates
while you bask
in the hidden shadows
making no effort;
the one dog
on the dog
sled team
not really pulling?
Why do I have to answer the phone,
talk to the neighbors
organize the birthday parties
talk to the in-laws
and then get all dressed up
after cooking dinner
and make you feel wanted?
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