Sunday, December 28, 2008

The gentle spirit of Renaissance

I have an orchid about to bloom.
A year ago I purchased it.
For it's gentle
beauty.
Watched it flower
and
pass.
And, now, as I say,
it is about
to bloom again.
I drove home on
an island
in between
sand
dunes
of
snow.
When I
drove
back
home
it was floating
on
fog.
Left with
thoughts.
My grandmother
yodeled
for
me.
Just opened
up her
throat
and
filled
the mini-van
with
shrill
noise.
She
yodeled
for
me,
upon
request,
when
I
was
a
kid.
I
guess
she
still does.
I caught
my sister,
Gay,
in mid-
sentence
saying,
"You
don't
know how many
times I say
I'm Gay and
people
just
stare."
I interrupted
my
absence
by saying,
"Tell me
about
it."
We
fell
into
each
other's
arms
laughing.
And
I
stared
into faces
so
much
like
my
own
that
it
is
no
wonder
we
know
each
other.
So,
with
all
of
that,
the
New
Year
dawns.
What
to
make
of
it?
One
step
forward.
That
will
do.

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