Patti Masterman Poems

One little bell left hiding in the tree
One tiny bell that always eludes me
When Christmas time has ended
And I take down the parade
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If these holidays did not enclose one
Within this century, then it would be
Some other holy days,
In some other millenium:
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The dream came out of nowhere as dreams often do
I was in a long hallway, perhaps a school
I began to walk, not knowing where I was going or why
A lady sat at a child size desk, just beside an open door
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The world is an ocean
Rising and falling
Glowing and fading
From moonlight to day
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We are only temporary tenants
Of the earth
For a few decades or a century
We wear paths in the grass
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With every century that's over-thrown
Down goes some other beloved of my own-
Another heart beating, just the same as mine;
Another most like me, among all human kind
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I can hear the locusts of summer singing
In their way, and the lost child inside
Is still crying for popsicles from the ice cream truck
And garden sprinklers to run through
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When the dream came and you stood inside it
Shyly introducing yourself, you were surrounded by fog
Then later, the little plastic ball changed color
But only part of me could believe it
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And God said: I'll make me a man who can subjugate the world
Bend it to his own will, just like me
And so he did
And so man has changing passions like the tides
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Along the way you might find that
Some people have inland seas for eyes
And some have bejewelled souls
Some reveal themselves in words
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