Stephanie Eve Kane Arado

Once you and I were young
Played in sand
Gains clogged and jammed
Big plastic wheels
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Fast cars sleek, sporty, black, red, silver, blue
Dart, streak, sizzle across a scorched highway
Road warrior grace maneuvers on cue
Relentlessly pursuing thrilling play
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The Christmas tree has dried to brittle green
Gifts are stacked within the bedroom closet
Santa’s visit costs more than children glean
Money runs free like water from faucet
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Sprouted green one morning in my garden
A sturdy leaf of green so young and strong
Struggling to emerge from gray darken den
She came above to sing her flower song
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Bearded, stooping man pushing a steel cart
I remember when you came to study
Taking the bus trying hard to be part
Of the college scene, your bag was muddy
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Ballet a formulaic, structured dance
Performed with pink, posed, pointed, precision
Historic display and filled with romance
My child’s delight recaptures my vision
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Furrowed brows
Touch lucite magnifiers
Tinted images litter landscapes
Crooked paths complicate convergence
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Delightfully strange, odd, misanthropic
Personalities create the artists
Discuss any literary topic
Tweed wearing cigar-smoking egotists
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Sun Moon and Stars glowingly levitate
High in God’s heaven while the pilgrims wait
For signs and prophecy to be fulfilled
For meaning and knowledge to be revealed
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Ride a painted pony with red rose wreath
Up toward dazzling mirror reflected lights
Down by golden lion with mane and teeth
Soar up toward the filagree, reach new heights
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Snowflakes, fine fairy wafers
Morphs a dried out landscape
Into mountainous obstructions
Shocking Marie who stands shaking
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Advanced Swim Lesson

I remember when you and I took our first lesson
You wore purple and green your hands happily splashing
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Tempers flare like red satin Christmas balls
Pine needles dry like poky porcupines
Grumbling inside while the crystal snow falls
Meeting Santa and standing in long lines
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Slinking, stalking
Shadow croucher
Magic creature
Midnight wanderer
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Jerry felt the music deep within his soul.
Music that echoed through the ages
Music of the human experience
Painful and beautiful
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I’m a renegade
Of uncommon swagger
Independence, all that matters
The uncommon grandeur of my way
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She is my raison d’etre
My magnum Opus
She frustrates
She educates
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Mid afternoon, my eyelashes flutter
Send me to a hot tropical island
Genie popped up and started to mutter
Happiness is in the palm of your hand
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Why not hang out till your fingers turn red
Lurking with characters in alleys
Adventurous chance and longing for bed
Tired or enamored hoping for keys
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Go way over the top with your idea
Synergy creates collaboration
Pack your SUV full at IKEA
The rule of law stands firm in our nation
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