Rosa and Jim – July Stone #6

The man and the girl and waited for the right day

when the bushy frill of greens fell over and it was time

to pull the ripe carrots carefully from their moist

gloves of soil like pungent orange fingers of sun.

-wrensong

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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2 Responses to Rosa and Jim – July Stone #6

  1. love the descriptions, well done.

  2. Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 47 (June 30-July 6, 2011) | Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe

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