Sitting across a table
held so many old women
everyone spoke about
their wedding day
the greastest hapiness
then came my turn
"Autumn dropped its little gold into
my pond amber hair
a lover’s time when a women
would gave her heart to a man
and the man would give his to her
the softest rain drops
a written song
“yes peace swayed leaves
and trees danced freely”
embedded beads of buds
upon my toes
from my windows still
to my pathway, bloomed
on mattress fields of red
the air had wings
breathe of lily doves
Oh I heard one spoke
"Bless the Lord"
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soon
sister blossomed fresh bundle
of amber flora curls with
kind notion as window
smiled in warm rays
and I heard the window sing
glorious songs of CeCe Winins
or perhaps that was
my sweet mother as she
zipped my back
and another sweet hand
of my sister placed
pink blushed upon my
cheeks
left it to become
the morn little mirror
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later then
ever so waiting I was
for my man my love
as I ever felt so beautiful
that day--
he came
the beauty that dripped
from his eyes were
not as close to any sunset
or rain--
a fast breeze
blinking so many
as I saw my man
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We both vowed in small
spoken voice then he placed
a radiant flora upon my
finger
as he slide it there
I imagined when onced I
jot a poetic poem on a
yellow linen page as I sat
on a white chair on this feild
it had left my hand and brushed
into the wind pass this very
feild into the lake,
so began a new time
I looked up as another gold had fell
from some tree else where
but saw no tree
"oh tree of heaven" I said
so happen he was kissing me
and I didn't know"
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