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Moving and Dreaming: # 2
Out and in morning’s blue, moving up,
moving down dew-covered asphalt ground,
snaking around tree lined curves,
progressing in morning’s blue,
warm air embraces face and
moves around huddling bushes
ruffling chattering chickadees unsettling
them to wing;
still rocking heel on toe, leaning
briskly into curves, falling into dreams
of our first kiss that roused,
setting in motion all that is in spring,
half- bloom- youth holding hands under
yellow moon, rising from far east
giggles wash the shame-face cradling
in his waves
couldn’t help note heart yearning,
feeling love in night’s filled mist.
Bones lacking mass, wobbly legs...eye lids
falling like autumn's brown leaves.
Slouching nearer to sunset still. Desiring dawn.
Days are shortening. Summers gone.
Falling leaves absence life.
Feeling chilly. Append ills,
Icy tomb. You just wait!
These living feet still warm.
I’m ready-perhaps not prepared.
Still dreaming and moving…
poem
by
Almedia Knight Oliver
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