How beautiful, Deborah!
Judy
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From: "deborah russell" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, July 15, 2005 10:55 AM
Subject: Green Apples Snap - 7/13/05
> Small Green Apples
>
> I read and write without rest, moon-faced -
> eyes mixed up with luster and conversation
> Caught up, my hands full of rhyme...
> On the front walk, his steps cinch the heart
> A door flung carelessly open, shuts -
> snaps like a twig beneath his feet
> His dark fingers rake raven hair,
> a few complaints of tangles...
> In the foyer his ear rings gather brief notes,
> sunlight through apple trees
> Caught up...Caught up in his arms, his eyes...
> A small wind chime spins out from a leafy sea
> For this, and so many other poems, I am not
> responsible and neither for falling in love
> My hands do not rebel against this - the soft
> nest of his face, there is no other lover with such
> Caught up, this breath like kid skin, smooth, warm
> and moist like Indian summer, waiting for
> the first blush of small green apples
> and a harvest of red and yellow leaves
>
> Deborah Russell
> Fort Collins, Colorado
>
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