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Heron Clan Reading June 6, 2021
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom A Good Box It Was
Cardboard remnants
of past lives,
Strewed in hallways
of crowded sentiments.
Reluctant,
yet expectant
of earned places
to be found,
she fingered each relic
and emporer thumbed it all.
Except, maybe one.
Maybe, that one,
Because,
that one,
was,
a really good box.
Scrambled Eggs and Wine
My mother’s eyes were hazel,
gray on the days
when there were pains,
Blue on the days she giggled, green
in times she stewed
in the juices she made,
And admitted
to.
I’m a mess.
But I love you just the same.
They all look at you
when you come in the room.
You light it up
She'd say,
Your smile, your eyes,
They all look at you.
I glance around
And see no one's gaze,
Just an afternoon lunch
Of scrambled eggs, white wine,
Side of bacon, and toast.
They served breakfast all day.
The restaurant dim, but sunny bright.
Comfortable hues, soft fabrics,
Familiar walls and table linen.
You are so beautiful,
She’d tell me, and I smiled,
Thanks, mom, not believing.
Her eyes were red most days,
Watery, and 'l'm a mess' colored.
Missing
Missing
I’m missing
Scrambled eggs and wine.
