Carolina May

Everything looks the same,
but the birds call

'It's a new day;
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Night is a pillow,
a quilt of stars

a songbird softly
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I've been writing for quite a while;
a couple years now

tentatively, at first, afraid
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Heading downtown; the long bus ride
I delight in familiar sounds

Landmarks still standing alongside the route;
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Daily I try to crawl
inside the fabric of the page

Where I envision quiet
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Heart beating in a tomb;
mud, quicksand

Breathing; listening to life
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How perfect to be
the window between
the garden and
the living room
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A piece of jewelry
I can't afford
a brand new dress
or something more
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Beige world,
dull green haze,
thin words
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Here at the ivory cabin by
the gumbo limbo trees,
I watch the reddish bark peel
while sipping lemongrass tea
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