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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4054 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Timshel Gary Blankenship The bee must make honey, the flower blossoms. A dog must chase its tail, a cat lick its fur. You may – filch coins from your mother’s purse, leave the last candy for another, drown a fly, forget to close the parakeet cage, name a kitten, pick wild flowers for the supper table, shoot a crow, make a gift of paper, scotch tape and twine. March rain will drown the earth until violets wave in the green air. August will be dry and hot, the grass brown and tired. You may liedisablenurtureforget slappraisecurseloveforgiveignore enablehonordemand, you may sin and be sinned against. You may give, reject gifts given, accept rejection or cry at the injustice. December will end the fallow year, fire logs damp and music muted wrapped away in silk and sackcloth. You may war. You may send young men to war and cry at their passing, erect monuments parade their mothers and fiancées along Main Street. You may sacrifice the best for reasons rationalized in hidden rooms, sweat-soaked nights and love. January must begin with bells, the ring of celebration of spring’s coming premature along country roads, in city alleys and empty lots. You will carry the mark, unseen and prosper. Salmon may return from the sea, swallows to the barn, a man to home. timshel* *Hebrew for “Thou mayest.” |
