Susan Marie Watkins Biography

Yellow is
Sharp as lemons
Clear as canary song
Pure as daffodils
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Once,
In my youth,
Giddy with wine
I had a secret rendezvous.
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At sunset,
Before a linen-draped altar,
Save for your fear,
She’d have pledged her troth
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He comes from the East,
Exhaling energy,
Belching bolts of lightning,
Shooting solar flares from his eyes.
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I’m light and free as a hollow-boned hawk
Gliding on the thermals
Above the vast, gray-brown prairie.
I’m a sharp-eyed bird of prey,
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