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Eudora Welty

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Mountain crepe

The wind scents
By i_am_jim

the trail we follow
higher, higher the path

Climbs the canopy
before we halt
to determine the slanting sun

Can we always
find our way? Is ever higher
enough for this
longing to justify?

Mountain crepe myrtle
and vine that creeps, upward
through a conscience that closes

Upon the mystery
of why everywhere we reach
exceeds our grasp.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The art you teach

I like a vine
that knows
how to sit
a fence

How to grow
so that
there's verve
and a bit of a flit

As if a vine
could care about
what I care
about.

Then just grow
and I'll take
to the page
and practice

The art
you teach
as more than
vine.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Wild geese are calling

By Muffet (flickr.com)
Wild geese are calling
and I run
to meet

Those landing
on the pond
deep in the grass

That looks inviting
to wild geese
and one

That would join them
in their flight
if it wasn't

That I haven't
the wilderness
deep inside

As wild geese
can call
to each other

And the one
they leave
behind.