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August 21, 2003
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Two poemsby Lisa Espenmiller
mid-afternoon rooster
"wake up!" his bright blue cry suspended in the afternoon air - you have mistaken your bloodstream for a river of worries.
imagine your self empty,
your river unpolluted by what you run toward, what you run from.
technology
oranges arrive from some remote summer.
apples appear from a far away cold.
people struck dumb when their pagers go down.
she no longer bleeds with the moon.
she misses the absence and return.
she's forgetting how to yearn.
she's hungry for seasons.
for cycles for anything round.
Lisa Espenmiller is a Poet, Writer,
& Motherpeace Tarot Practitioner. Her poetry appears in
Moondance
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