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Poem

¿Bailarias conmigo?    

If you ask me, I will, despite my sense 
of awkwardness, deeply rooted by 
the long years before you came along.   

¿Me sostendrás en tus brazos?  

If you ask me with a smile, 
the moon reflected in your eyes,
I will, without a second’s thought.   

¿Serás mi compañera por un tiempo?  

If you ask me with a gentle touch,
fingers barely brushing my cheek,
I will, long after the lights come up.   

¿Me amarás todos nuestros años?  

If you ask me, a laugh on your lips
from the joy of finding us together,
I will, my heart keeping time with yours.   

¿Quiere usted, por favor y gracias?  

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Poem

vow of silence

people misunderstand silence: it makes them uncomfortable: the quiet quickly becomes unbearable: if no one is talking, they turn on the TV or radio, even when alone: anything to chase away the stillness: me, i enjoy the silence: there is a kind of acceptance available only to the reticent: there is a peace that only begins to flow into a space after the words have been chased away:

pro level: achieved when you can be noiseless and look others in the eye while covered in the unblinking hush.

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Poem

Blood Lily Stands Tall and Stout In Back Porch’s Wind

No more drooping leaves.

Her eight inch coral globe is tipped 

in tiny yellow dots,

her skirt tipped in blood.

Registration photo of Samuel Collins for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Sellout

Actually, yes
I do it for the money.
Maybe y’all have nicer landlords than I do,
But I’m doing it for the money.

They don’t pay to do what I want to do,
So until then
I do it for the money.

(As a matter of fact, I’m quite a bargain.)

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Poem

haiku 13

houndstooth ripples rove
jumble landscape angles
fragments remake beauty

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Poem

Lean On Me

Lean on me when you’re not strong
But now I’m weak
Crushed under both of our problems

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Poem

Some Mornings

For most
Of the summer
I’ve been waking up
Early dawn light
And dirty clothes
Tending a lawn
That has grown wild
Over several years
But today I woke
Watching leaf and sky
Out my window
And I was tired
So I rolled over
And when the light was warmer
And stronger
I came down alone
And drank coffee
And wrote poetry. 

Gaby Bedetti | LexPoMo 2023
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Poem

Cemetery Birdwatch

craning our necks
to spot songbirds
we encounter a blue heron

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Poem

Rock Bottom

The bottom’s never 
made of rock. There’s always room
to keep on falling. 

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Poem

Redwood Spring

This terraced forest 
where moisture still 
rises to the surface.
A saturation of cattails
and doe tracks
near a trail on the hill 
above our home.
 
The rusty iron pipe pours 
a noisy liquid silver strand 
onto some slickened bricks,
while a single thick
porcelain mug hangs
on a hook above the loose 
stacked stones.
 
Cold water in the mug 
is a small dance, bubbles 
clinging to old glaze.
They surface then pop 
into being thin air,
soon gone. 
 
In this smooth bowl
with my own two hands
I carry water to the Dawn
Redwood below the spring
for sharing information.
The tree and I stand
with light alone.