Danced

danced on the edge of the baker’s knife
the plot thickened
like chocolate ganache
until it crumbled

tension released
in a shower of shavings
over the already frosted
chapter-layered
cake

hands, poised to crack open the book,
positioned the knife
and sliced deeply

then, like cake devoured,
the story
savored,
swallowed,
digested,
and
imbued

baker and patron,
reader and writer,
danced

~

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Quenching

quenching
thirst of journey
through time’s scorched-earth sand dunes
desert-oasis pond appears
gathered by lore’s cupped hand, lapped by dry tongue
waters of youth’s giving fountain
wet sojourner’s parched lips
old soul’s desire
quenching

~

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I Tap

I tap
deep into the rich soil
remembering
who I am

raised from the ground
the first time
and
every time
helped to stand
braced in the storm
held softly in rough hand
taught
patience
and
allowed
to grow

foot on the roots
hand on the stem
I tap
remember
and
grow
again

~

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