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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3374 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention When February is as Warm as April Gary Blankenship Come stand next to me and listen to jays scold cats in the front yard and gray squirrels in the back as jazz flows from well-kept houses through the forest, beyond the stream. When my last ten-thousand days have past, will I still be able to tell a raven from a crow? Will the wind still bring music to my ear, the call of the ring-neck herald spring and the scent of cedar summer days? Come stand next to me with your breast on my shoulder. Let me smell your warmth before I can no longer remember if you are sage or jasmine. The nights are too warm for February, quince and cherry are fooled into bloom, but not the camellia. In this uncommon sun, it seems to wait for the perfect word, like a poet waits for tomorrow’s love. Come stand next to me, we only have 10000 days to find the music’s secret. |
