Somehow
The sun will rise
and it will shine
thru broken blinds
upon a confused face

i met an old beggar
with tin cup in hand
i pulled up some sidewalk
to give a listen in

felt the need to ask him
which way the wind blows
he said yes, was that a clue to
give my tongue a rest

he seemed to me to blinked a lot
i'm thinking now of morse code
as the pigeons gathered round him
like they were in the know

just then a child of twenty
tossed a coin into his can
it landed heads with that he said
that makes a hundred grand

as he tipped his hat and said that's that
pulling out a peppermint
before he popped it in his mouth he looked around
brushing off a speck of lint

he looked at me, said this ones for free
try not to get lost
when ordering chinese take out
make sure it's in a box
with that he winked and then walked off

I can see your breath this morning from the kitchen window
Another year has passed , they grow so painfully fast ..
Nursery rhymes , Dr Seuss storybooks are history this morning , sweet reminders of another time in a different place ..
Eight by tens on an antique desk , postcards from Summer on Tybee Island .. Porcelain dolls line the mantle , refrigerator magnets , remainders of our many trips , vacations , ceramic saucers and tin bells , blown glass and seashells ..
Sugar cookies and caramel apples , skinned knees and jigsaw puzzles
Red cheeks with Mothers scarf , your favorite coat , laughing with friends .
Yes I caught a glimpse of your breath a short while ago , reminded me of a little girl waiting on the school bus , not so long ago ..

once in a while; think....
the Creator said- create the night black.
We are gonna be sad, hafta ; God made
the sky blue- then stood,
thought.... out in wherever all this
came from.... were there someone to see all of this
they would surely be jealous.
So he made Yellow Buttercups to hold all that envy in.
He saw and loved how perfect all of his was.
Made someone to see, we call him Adam.
HE , the Creator, God    Amen-ed.

Then, remembered, how he was not lonely, for no God
could possibly be.
But, looked at poor Adam, with all the world to his self,
that weak as he is, he
might need a companion. And something more than
HE the creator to love, to worship.
Yet, might HE have thought of competition?
This, perfect companion, may it make harder
for poor Adam to worship, HIM?

In that instant all was answered , for HE has no doubt
he is the Creator, GOD!
As soon as that, one rib became Eve.  
She came out perfectly , of course.
So much a perfect creation, God makes none other, yet,
in some sense more beautiful than Adam, not
to compare with nor lust for, but that is given , God, HE knew,
Red was for the rose, for blood, for Eve for
Adam in time to discover another color , another verb
to describe God's Creation.

HE then rested. Adam did not.

we all be just chorals just the right rhythm
or floral cadences trying to sing like wind
or a limb breaks in a forest alone and the birds sing of it
and through the forest a murmur hushed to our ears deaf
sounds out loud?
And we sense it
mimic.

There is no you
and there is no me
There is only us
and there is only we
There is no letting
go of me and you
When life was only
made for just us two

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