2d valerie
Cné 

mσσnlíght ín thє mєαdσw
cαѕtѕ thє ѕhαdσw σf thє trєєѕ
í cαtch α glimpse of ѕílvєr
αѕ thє вrαnchєѕ cαtch thє вrєєzє
thєrє'ѕ juѕt α ѕσund σf ruѕtlíng lєαvєѕ
ín ѕσlítudє í ѕtrσll
thє wσσdѕ αrє mínє thíѕ єvєníng
αѕ í plαч thє wσmαn'ѕ rσlє
pαuѕíng вч thє rívєrвαnk
thє ѕчmphσnч вєgínѕ
thє ruѕhíng wαtєr'ѕ cσuntєrpσínt
tσ lívє σαk'ѕ crєαkíng límвѕ
thє gєntlє wínd, thє tєmpσ mαkєѕ
αnd í вєgín tσ hєαr
thє rhчthm σf thє pulѕє σf lífє
αn єαrth ѕσng ín mч єαr
hσw ѕwєєt thє єvєníng ѕєєm tσ mє
αríαѕ fíll thє níght
αnd thєn thєч mαkє α chσruѕ
αѕ thє mσσn rєѕumєѕ hєr flíght
hσmєwαrd вσund, í pαuѕє αnd líѕtєn
α mєlσdч ѕσ ѕwєєt
rєgrєtfullч, thє ѕpєll íѕ gσnє
nσw, juѕt thє trαffíc'ѕ вєαt

Happy Earth Day!
valerie 7d

Here's your prescription:
A dose of poetry, taken in slow

 Apr 14 valerie
Cynthia Henon 

I meant to be born Italian
so I could roam the streets of Rome
but, my mistake,
the US became my natal home

I drown in every fountain
as long as we're far apart
ti amo, Bella Roma
to your list of ruins, add my heart

valerie Apr 14

post afternoon nap
I awoke too late and yet
precisely in and on time

through the small window
in my tiny silver home
I can see it rising

beautiful, almost too bright
and as rainbows circle,
she rolls above the treeline

it's in these small moments
I'm reminded I'm where I should be

With my feet in the mud
and my head in space

and then the universe hiccups: I have a tiff with my partner, my puppy gets fleas, my glasses snap in half, my tobacco didn't come with papers, and I have to re-type this poem twice because first the internet goes out, and then my laptop updates. Same path, the right one, but just with a few speed bumps along the road.
valerie Apr 13

Two years passed
but before they did
I packed wool socks
for a tropical place.

I thought cities here
were cluttered as could be,
and fresh fruit was bland
until I had beachside lassis.

Making foreign friends
out of airports, in hammocks,
or in literal high places was
mango sticky rice.

Where purpose met leisure
was in passionate natives
opening homes and life's ways
as I drive up on empty.

River shrimp are small, clear,
and still alive after a boiling.
Their antennae will stick
between your teeth.

If offered something,
take it especially if it's
rice whisky. Even if it's
gray, fermented cow.

And when a girl and a mother
show you to a room outside
under an open canvas,
follow them.

They'll tell you how much
they loved him and to be careful
riding your motorbike home,
after they've shared
his funeral feast with you.

Open hearts. No hiding.
Fearless around the unexpected.
Gratitude and community welcoming.

khap khun kha

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