Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current, September 28, 2012, Page 10, Image 10

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    Street roots,
Sept. 28, 2012
T hinking o f You in M orning
Season s A sto n ish
By Kareem Ali
By Dennis Rollins
On the shore
The sun rises abruptly
Drifting into a hieroglyphic mist of clouds
That opens up the sea to a shoulder of light.
The deeper as they go, the harder it is
but easier to let go.
On the beach
The wind coughs into a skeleton of trees
Forcing starfish to sleep like gnomes.
I daydream about you
Again and again...
In my dream,
You rest above the turquoise reef.
While swarming sparrows
Surf on orchards of wind,
Your neck and arms
Are splayed open to the heat
As your head rests lifeless
In a sarcophagus of sand.
Beyond a knoll of rocks
Fossils of memories emerge
Fomenting a Sahara of doubt
That evaporates like sand castles
In rain.
Much has to be done, as much is undone.
And easier to see or be in the next phase.
As seasons change, so do people.
Rearrange for time: is quiet and still remains the same.
Fall is a beginning but ending of beautiful things.
Winter is cold but with the eyes warm to the heart
And the harder it gets, the easier it seems.
Spring is a new beginning for most life,
But seems nice to have around.
For most things, it’s colorful and inspiring.
But the shady side of things are bound to turn into something
beautiful and nice.
Summer is always hot and full of stride; summer is always
relaxing.
If there was no summer, we would lose track of time;
We would never slow down to see the beauty of life.
G eorge and H elen
By Timothy J. Muir
Why would my father’s face
Suddenly appear in the mirror?
He died 27 years ago at age 64.
My Mother? She outlived him
By 296 days.
Her death followed his
Three and a half years later.
But I’m suddenly 60, and counting...
And although their lives were filled with strife,
My life is so much richer,
Having inherited my father’s
Humble generosity and
Ready sense of humor,
My mother’s love of books,
And words, and a memory
That, with age, has
Grown so much kinder.
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