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Sunday, February 28, 2016

Re-group




Re-group

This is  the mystic magic of some mothers and some memories and the power of hibiscus blossoms

I recall the hibiscus blossom -
scarlet as you run to me through
the mist of years -there might as
well be the clear crystal chime 
of a bell when you jump into
my open arms and touch me 
with a scarlet blossom baby kiss - 
I feel the velvet of your cheek 
the reaching of dimpled hands 
for me - in that time of new bloom 
- no threat thrums for any in
this hibiscus- blossom world - 
From time to time  I cross to
this dream that is not a dream 
and once again stand in the 
vaccuumed space of time -
sunshined joy spilling...
enough 
to last
a life