Egret peeks through reeds.
Strings of cars, unmasked tourists-
Fools. All fools. Alas.
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Egret peeks through reeds. Strings of cars, unmasked tourists- Fools. All fools. Alas.
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Hope springs in green sprouts. Tidy rows or scattered seeds? It doesn't matter.  The path leads two ways. Someone must defer, step off- Six foot rendezvous.  Waiting for a host Pathogens swim in the wind- Silent, small, and stealth.  Blossoms are awnings. Tarps for relentless pests. But... They can't hide from me.  We cover our mouths Not to silence words and thoughts- Freedom is not free.  Oh, Magic Carpet, Please lift us up and away Where the air is pure.  Pink moon corona, Cracks form where walls are fragile. How will you survive?  Even though it's bleak, You will not steal my color. Nice try, but you failed.  Lots of time to think... Some day I'll go to Paris- I can only wish.  72/2 #9 Officially Spring Behind the chaos-Beauty Without exception.  72/2 #10 Shore greets gentle swells. But the storm accelerates- Lightning set to strike.  We trusted the air, Our handshakes, the hugs of friends- Breathe. We will touch again.  Primordial soup breeds maternal aptitude, attitude. We're here.  March 1st. Seems like Spring. But Winter sunsets still reign- Flashing Purple Rain.  Vibrating sorrow Played on gold and lilac keys- Moonlight Sonata  Presuming it's Spring, Pine trees release their golden dust- Too much and too soon.  #3 Empty clouds roll by Striving to grow without rain- Risky business 
Sun breaches the hill
Illuminates woven trees- I see you, Snow Moon. Windows, walls, and curbs An obscure path grabs my hand- I take my first step.
Early morning sun. Workers bent over their crops- No time to look up.  Hiding my mistakes No matter the layers laid, The red sky peeks through.  Brushes in the sea Anticipating day break- Paint more, paint more, Sun.  When words hide in sage, A red-winged blackbird flies by- Nothing else matters.  |
Cindy P Gates
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