Bonnie Carico Poems

I hear him calling,
His voice in cadence
Rising, falling...
Blessing the loaves to feed
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The astral heavens are dimming out,
Stars fleeing space and free...
The ebb tide following hard
The crescenda of the sea.
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Lapped in spring's maternal tenderness,
The lenitive touch of heaven nigh,
Thawing ripples attune their breakup.
To the ardor of a far-flung sky.
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