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  Sep 2020 Norman Crane
Sarah Spang
I'd seen the seam of wet and dry
Of Salt and Sea, of Earth and Sky
Yet, once upon a yesteryear
When five was close, and ten was near-

The navy stretch front side to side
Spanned far beyond where eyes could spy-
And all at once it rushed to me,
That first breath of eternity.

Then- at ten I once again
Meet the ocean, only when
A set of eyes cast down on low
Wandered up from down below.

And all at once home was here
A feeling that would persevere
With each footstep, my stride would swallow
The Ocean's path was mine to follow.
To C, as always.
  Sep 2020 Norman Crane
Dipper
A car drives on an abandoned road
I sit in the passenger seat
Hands on the wheel, no sign you'll slow
and my heart begins to beat
faster than it ever has before
I don't trust you in this ride
I said I wanted the gas to the floor
but this wasn't what I had in mind

Because suddenly you're in control
of every aspect in my life
To bad you never listen
to what I have to say
oh how I wish, to find a way
to open my door and fly away
but to bad you never listen
to what I have to say

The speedometer hand is creeping right
How did we get this fast
All you want to do is fight
I just want to breeze past
the thoughts that hide in the back of my brain
seem to be gaining in numbers
let all just pray they ease the pain
and make it so I can recover

Because suddenly I'm in control
of every aspect in my life
It's supposed to feel like freedom
But I just want to say
"oh how I wish, to find a way
to open my door and fly away"
but to bad I never listen
to what I have to say

A car slows on an abandoned road
I sit in the drivers seat
hands on the wheel, no sign I'll grow
and I just taste defeat
I hoped you would be beside me
when I turned my head
but empty air is all I see
something else I just misread.
  Sep 2020 Norman Crane
Maria Mitea
On the other side of the village, there lived an old woman.
Every day, she walked barefoot on a country dusty road,
passing by our neighborhood.

In the summer, we played all day long in the dust,
We, curious children, asked:
- Why do you walk barefoot when every villager wears sandals?

She didn’t answer, she didn’t speak.

We, waggish kids, threw at her feet thorny branches.

One day my mother heard us giggling in front of the gate,
as we planned an attempt to hide some stones in the dust,
and cover it well, make it unnoticed, wondering if she can hit her feet,
bleed and scream from pain, and scorn us all ...

“ Why do you do these children?
Don’t you have any respect for old people?

You better ask her  those words of healing, only she knows in this village!”

Big curiosity, and fearful eyes, looked at each other.

The next day, all children in the neighborhood were waiting for the barefoot “witch”  

It rained for one week!
When it stopped raining,
She walked barefoot again.
She walked towards me.

Silence dropped down from the sky,
and silence rose up from the ground,
and trees stopped moving their branches,
the leaves watched her touch my forehead.
My heart stopped beating.


She touched my forehead and after whispering to herself,

“ White little bird, fly in the sky, fly back to the ground,
touch the hard rocks,
White little bird, swim in your mother’s milk,
breathe fire in your wings,
breathe fire in your wings,
fly again into the blue sky, and again return on the ground”
~
I never learned those words she whispered to herself, but
I have repeated them every day since then.
~
  Sep 2020 Norman Crane
HTR Stevens
Like a bucket of spilled *****,
Human life is certainly in confusion.
News come thro' in drips and dabs;
I relax with a chamomile infusion.
Life is stranger than fiction;
Has man e'er walked in Eden?
Just as in the depiction,
Is naught ever forbidden?
Mirrors and smoke...
Missing pieces to the jigsaw...
Truth, falsehood, crooks...
Each man is to himself the law.
  Sep 2020 Norman Crane
Merlie T
As I stare
(at a great distance)
the vast ends on each side
of the mountain's peak,
appear to me like water
         so familiar
I have a deep sense
To swim there
I might be complete
Home.     Returned
to somewhere I've belonged,
somewhere I've never been
Not in this form.
Before I came to this now
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