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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3964 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention When One Does Not Return (revised) Maryann Hazen Stearns What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters, compared to what lies within us. - - Ralph Waldo Emerson The dead red leaves rest in a pile. There will be fresh bacon for breakfast and new brown eggs. The table is set. Jimmy is gone, Nellie is sleeping. Sap drips from the maple's veins slowly into the pail. Acorns fall, monarchs fly. This morning a male cardinal sits on the white fence. He appears to be waiting. When I glance again, he has vanished. We have done what was necessary, and shall live with the remains. Nellie tends the fire beneath the iron pot. She stirs the sap as it simmers. The very air about us sticks to our flannel sleeves and jeans, sweet with possibilities and the drunken dance of wasps. |
