~Quodlibet~ ~The Hundred Bites~ ~VI~~the son standing in the hallway~ ~listening closely~ ~ear to the door~ ~waiting for a commercial~ ~so he can ask momma’s permission~ ~he wants to go play in the yard~ ~mustn’t interrupt her program~ ~he feels it winding up~ ~an expert at timing~ ~he nudges the door open~ ~the telephone rings~ ~she answers it~ ~dismisses him with a wave of her hand~ ~she is weeping~ ~speaking with her mother on the phone~ ~the pretty man in the show died~ ~they are afraid for the commercial to end~ ~how can life go on without him~ ~the boy closes the door silently~ ~lays down on the floor outside her door~ ~puts a thumb in his mouth~ ~begins to suckle & drifts away thinking~ ~he doesn’t like her very much~ ~his mother~
~VI. Television Dawn~
~window situated western~ ~no thing as perfect~ ~so television dawn~ ~echoes as sideshow~ ~four walls gone~ ~her eyes are closed~ ~ghosts play tag on her face~ ~hide between lines of age~ ~the dawn she misses runs there~ ~view-screen reflected flesh~ ~blue/gray in the afternoon~ ~this last promise~ ~a thing broken~ ~even her ghosts abandon her~ ~body slack & unvisited~ ~no thing as perfect~ ~so television dawn~
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~Like A Tear~
~face dark as silt~ ~high water crashing~ ~cascading down~ ~yellow/white~ ~red vein showing~ ~tide rolls in smooth~ ~liquid saline blanket~ ~lids blink~ ~reveal eyes of mud~ ~a white worm crawls through~ ~falls across the cheek~ ~like a tear~
~thick lips grimace~ ~create a parody of a grin~ ~teeth whiter than white~ ~ivory columns~ ~part and a pink snake leaps out~ ~seizes the falling morsel~ ~and bears it home~ ~like a tear~ ~like a hostage~ ~like a promise~ ~protesting genesis~
~the pearl white gates fall~ ~as the tide flows back~ ~eyes slam shut~ ~then open~ ~yellow/white~ ~vein broken~ ~red blood drips~ ~down an ebony cheek of sand~ ~like a tear~ ~like a river become man~
~lightning arcs shiver~ ~destroy the fabric of the sky~
~an insignificant mound of sand~ ~rises up~ ~shouts curses unheeded~ ~to the heavens~ ~fear is born in the mud of its eyes~ ~thunder breaks~ ~the man thing falls down~ ~it has come to pray~ ~to be carried away~ ~like a tear~ ~like a promise of nations~
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~when I was very young~I made a promise to myself~ ~I would come to know my children~ ~to listen & learn from them~ ~no gift compares~nothing in life lasts so long~ ~the only certainty I have ever known~ ~that children are the all~
~A Child Is~A Child is a moment of sunshine forever illuminating the inner hallways of our existence
A Child is the answer to all we are, the solution to all we would be and are not.
A Child is responsibility defined, the perfect symmetry of reward foreshadowing deed.
A Child is proof-positive of worth, when the questions come falling, “Who am I?” “What have I done?”
A Child is a keeper of promises. Indeed, a Child is a beautiful promise kept.
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