elysabeth faslund Poems

Ages, silvered ancient...trillobites...scrawled
Ocean mud. Forever-time. Fossils.
Mother. Why did you not call me? Towel-off
Sand?
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Gold lining, no silver...
Sun-flooded glows...
Grey clouds soften...
One rooster crowing.
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The Eagle came round, with
Slicing sound, swooping,
Talons uncurled...
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With sand, I changed the future, from
Sun-stiffened robes, sandals,
Testingly oasis beckoned...
Had it not been for the waters of seeing,
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What more to be done, winter...
What more to be asked...
What are you doing with the
Brown leaves...
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Wake up! Wake up!
You sleepy head!
No you ain't
Getting Breakfast in bed!
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'I do expect there may be a
Question of timing involved,
Seeing as how you humans
Do tend to celebrate the
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And not be too far off
In my weight for wings...
Or hooves.
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To tell me God
Is not in my hands...

When I look at all
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Once there was an old
Story...
About a man and a
Woman...
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