So busy were they
establishing primacy,
those mourning doves failed to eat.
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So busy were they
establishing primacy,
those mourning doves failed to eat.
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On those dark days when
pain threatened to rule, Frida
fought back with pencil and brush.
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September sunlight
strokes the pond, reminding us
to treasure its warmth
and light especially when
the times appear cold and bleak.
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Mama rabbit found
a safe place for her babies
beneath our side porch.
Every now and then, they come
hopping out much to her dismay.
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Reluctant to leave,
the moon lingers as the sun
slowly starts to rise.
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They left a part of
themselves behind, those gray birds
whose feathers I found.
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The crickets and frogs
serenade the rising moon,
celebrating its fullness.
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Time didn’t pass me by.
It etched itself into my skin.
Connoisseurs judge me
by the quality of time’s work.
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How many of us
does it take to change a lightbulb?
It depends on how many of us
seek enlightenment.
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Crickets responded
to the moon’s invitation
to join her in song.
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