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Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
invited into nature's house
as guests,
we act instead
like children in Grandma's house,
running amok
and wrecking it
with no respect
for the fact
that it can't be replaced.
we need to be careful
in nature's house.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
bristly, brushy branches
of a pine tree
reach out
to scrub the surrounding air
after a summer rain
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
the crystal prism of the mind
contains the ever-present summer's day
of memory.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
falling down
a feather staircase
to clouds below.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
metaphors
are the linguistic warp drive
powering
a language.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
sunlight
showers sparkles of lemmings
on a ruffling pond,
which the water
herds to oblivion
in the dark hollow
of the shore.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
waves rock
a daytime lake
as scurrying ghosts
slide beneath the surface.
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