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Heron Clan Reading: June 20. 2021
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Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom Victorian Shilhouettes
Like Victorian silhouettes
Framed inches apart,
They danced,
Hovering in each other’s breath,
Holding,
Catching in the lungs,
The air from the other,
Through the dance.
Lips, and mouths,
Inches apart,
They slow danced
In the breath of the other,
Pulsing,
Locking into
A dance, a style,
They had danced before
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Name Your Addiction
it steals your soul
you live in the shadow of regret
it blacks you out
to what you have done
then you spend the light
saying you're sorry
it steals your soul
it kills you with dispair.
The Daddy The Dentist
The Daddy, the dentist, said,
“I’ll just take a look,"
The dangling tooth
in his hand.
A screech and a run
To mommy she cried, “He’s done it.
“He’s done it, he's done it,
“Again.”
And the time as a child
Of three, dangling, as she did, from the
May pole swing,
Daddy stitched her up
When her small hands failed
“Like a doll. Like a doll,
He stitched me up like a doll.”
Not speaking to him for a week.
(hummph)
The earache at eight
Daddy soothed with warm air
Channeled from his breath.
And the tugboat horn he would
Sound
to keep her from crying,
All night he would repeat,
Till she fell fast asleep.
(hooo, hooo)
And the worse of it all
When red candy she sought,
She found instead, The Vitamin Bottle,
sugar coated and tasty,
The tattle tell brother, the
Trip to the hospital,
They ask you a question, then
shove water through your nose.
(gulp)
"Don’t you know these are poisionous?"
"Don’t you know you could die?"
"No, I’m only seven, tell me what is die?"
The cracked head
On the nightstand,
A round of murder in the dark
And the fountain of blood
When the light switch is found.
The daughter of the dentist
Scars, bumps, bruises and lumps
Born on a Tuesday
Grace seemed to forget.
But Daddy was there
To stitch and to kiss
Except for one furrow
Right there, between the brow.
Thank God for Daddies.
