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An evening walk, a poem by Karen Lynne Newman, USA

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Karen Lynne Newman, USA

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An evening walk

Outside I see a flock of birds painted black against the turquoise sky in the shape of a "V" and
hear the rustling of squirrels as they scurry across crisp brown leaves onto the tree trunks.
I smell the aroma of wax beans simmering in a pan from an old white house and
feel the chilling wind brush against my cheeks.
I taste the sweetness of a wad of bright pink gum which I blow into gigantic bubbles which burst on my nose
like broken dreams. Why do I feel like a dusty moth
instead of a beautiful butterfly freed from its silky prison?
Memories of past mistakes bombard me like raindrops against a dirty window.
But just as those drops gradually wash the dirt away in a turbid stream,
so those memories cleanse the mirror of my soul
so that a reflection is revealed. I see myself
as tossed along a restless sea, attempting to steer away from crashing waves
of fear, injustice, lust, and greed.
I feel alone and lost in this sea of deep blue jeans.
A bitter cold grips at my hand and pulls me into the current.
Suddenly I can't see...
there's blackness everywhere.
I frantically begin to grope for the ship,
listening to the splashing of the waves to determine its location.
A tugging pulls at my legs as I swirl into the abyss of this aquatic cyclone.
From there I fall.
I awake to find myself in a snow covered garden.
Remnants of bushes, trees, and flowers stand
as hard brown sticks.
At my left is a bush on which I find a perfectly preserved dried red rose.
Plucking it I lift it to my nose.
Nothing.
Nothing left
but its intricate beauty, the shell
of its former self,
just as I stand, drained from the tumult.
Looking now at the bright moon, I return to the peaceful harbor
where my new ship awaits me.

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