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Showing posts with label Kedo. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
My Father's Hats
My Father's Hats
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I can't be sure is there.
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Sunday Vespers - The Cross
"I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown".
... George Bennard
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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