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« When it rains, it pours... | Main | The Price of Brotherhood »

pomes from a walk

July 11, 2007

Birds
The hummingbirds in
my chest have been replaced by
weighty mourning doves.


Mom! Watch THIS!

Cole reminds me to
throw rocks in the water we
marvel at ripples.


Designs

Circles in circles
we make designs as a leaf
boat floats slow as swans.


...

The circles create
diagonal crosshatches
where they intersect.


Cole wrote this one by the waterfall

The wind is blowing niagara falls
cole is throwing, as all.
Time is rhymes, and rhymes are time
and rhymes are timed as cole was throwing
cole was throwing on the shore,
when i wanted to come and knock on his door...
And the end cause life is done
but my life is even better.

(i told him i didn't understand the ending, and he said... It's a
POME...yr not SUPPOSED to understand!)

Bugs
We found the wing of
a dragonfly: Coley put
it in his pocket.

...
I cry a little
Coley says...it's ok, mom...
It'll be ok.


Bug Wing 2, 3, and 4

The wing is veined and
exquisitely fragile, how
did it stay intact?

Cole says the veins are
for the blood and the blood is
for all that flying

we take it home, make
a display of a vital
organ twice removed.

Posted at July 11, 2007 10:17 AM

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