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January 28, 2005
Rainbow Spoons
With her long fingers
She makes wooden cages,
with no doors, selling
Them to the birds,
Every spring of every harvest,
She paints her fields, with
Red onions, Yellow corns,
In small patches, and
Beside every window, she
Draws suflowers in bloom
Long limbs, long arms, she
Claims the trees, in their autum
And climb the branches, painting
Leaves in green, making a nest
Where the branches thicken, stuffing
Them with cotton balls, and the sun she
Draws in gold warm rounding circles,
Against the sky, waiting for the birds
Slicing Onions, carrots, and celerys,
Adding spices, her witchery, she
Makes soups, the steam warms the
Kitchen, and as we sit with our
Rainbow spoons, she brings bread,
Feeding us, spoon to spoon, cleaning
The dripps from our chins
She makes me notebooks, Pasting
The cover , with an orange whole
And trough the pages, she leaves
Me, mirrors,windows,and doors, old
Wedding pictures, doorknobs,
Candles, baskets of fruites, palm
Trees, and the peeled ornage, adorns the back
Posted by Idinraha at January 28, 2005 01:45 PM