Monday, August 2, 2010

bright green light: morning
small voices wake me from dreams
greet me with their grins.

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a flurry of feet
two hands grasp and drag and reach
toys disappear: clean!

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fingers find balance,
find pressure and direction,
pull red across page.

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blue and purple lines
flowers, laser guns, rainbows:
art and story meet.

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twilight swims in greens
glass dark water, shadowed pines
night finds the lake first.

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