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Year
for Geneva without whom not


Mother's 92 year old
feet be-socked 
by damn,
swollen legs, ankles. 


She's watching a
fat female cardinal 

bathe in a bird bath
just outside her 


window,

bright plastic roses, 

one each, in the middle
of each glass 
pane, the
room dark, the outside

brilliant, 


late afternoon sun
reflecting in the small 

round frames of her

eye glasses 

tilts her head back

a faint smile
 

shuts her eyes then

immediately 




                in the zone



               time passes    






suddenly
eyes open clear, 

focused,

looks at
me who has
been watching 

back and
forth

from the
cardinal to
her 
poised so

in stillness

itself

says to me: 




It's all sky from here on in

Bless, shake the mortal coil

The only work for me now is praise




Dazed

I can only nod which 


of course

frightens the bird away
 


the surface of the bird bath

nothing but 


sky I'll never forget.
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[photo by C.K. Greer]

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