Teacups on the rungs of the ladder

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art by J Byron Schachner

 

Ladder

I used to dream
I was a nun
with habit to my ankles
climbing a ladder
each rung holding a delicate china teacup.

I never spilled the tea
or broke the cup

or reached the top of the ladder
but woke up startled
at the risks that snuggled next to me
in bed.

Salivating Simplified

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saliva for bites

or taking possession: a

daily power game

The Taste of Wind

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Wind-blown snow flakes sting,

turn your eyes blue, run your nose;

gentle snow’s divine

Snow-play

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Kittens’ mittens push

and pat the snow to grow a

giant pop-up cat!

Some hugs switch dreams on

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ants crawl through my life

while furry friends have scaly

mates with fins and gills!