The song of spring
(by sheri grutz)
The song a heart made of ribbon made
the head go soft against the hard rain
not a hat but a bow when he said it was
his gift to carry every day
gives what they can't tie up throwing
arms around the world
the sun rising pitched in the sky and
the words melt the packed surface
a song dances through trees the lips of
pots overflowing
but if his shattered dream was glass
he'd learn to pierce his mark
The ocean
(by sheri grutz)
Sand slips through holes in her life in
a box a pebble stays in the shoe
finding this shore was any unearth to
layers in her mind gone deep
it is the same for miles moving
mountains and terrain and planted stars
water collects in her small step moving
vastness and energy
a rush of birds or runner or explaining
that wind
she is a child pushing off the vessel
and drifting away
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