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She rubs stones

She rubs stones

         for Sandy Willey

She rub stones
to make the dirt life springs from,
adds water to mold the mud.
She breathes
and life begins to stir within it.
She pastes wings
to release her children to the winds.
She speaks
to give them guidance.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.60] 2008-05-09

WRITING:

Thank God blogging counts some days. I did write three sketches today, but I'm still a tad behind and oh well ... like that matters.

I'm actually getting most of my new poems organized in a chronological file! The folder is not perfected yet, but this is where you'll find it: "Poetic journal Year 165 B.E."  [18+]

Anemones today in International Park:



Kansas: 54º and moonshine.

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