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Looking Out My Window - mag 145

©Shers Gallagher 2012

I saw a bee buzz out the open window, drunk on dandelion vines. I opened the framed glass further to feel the warm air retch in, dull and slack. It soothed me all the same, me and my present body of bony bones. I heard the grass move beyond the sill. It was scratching itself like a half dozen cicadas. Stacks of reedy timber they were, parched and brittle in the soft, infrequent breeze. I am of a temperate nature, seeking neither hot nor cold. I seek the balm of Gilead and thirst for the waters of Sharon. But today I only bask in my consumption of the slowly rising heat of the setting sun.
[N.B. Image altered slightly to better fit theme]

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Fire on ice in a tempest's meadow - mag 143

©Shers Gallagher 2012
Love is not that easy
where more than nature's vengeance 
lies between its sheets.

The rest is our doing 
-- and undoing. 

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She Explorer - mag 142

©Shers Gallagher 2012

She is young between the thighs
and old between the lips.
A baby-face, nonetheless,
still eager to use and be used...
well, just a little.

Life, to her, is yet an experiment to master.
She will not, shall not,
wants not,
to be conquered by her dreams
before she has made her ascent to Everest.

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