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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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  1. I can feel what was. Well done.

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  2. "...the slowly rising heat of the setting sun."
    O Sole Mio! Nice writing...

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  3. The "warm air retching in" is a great image,

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  4. ..Very nice observation from the outside... I can relate so clear.. Well done.

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  5. nicely done and thanks for sharing

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  6. Beautiful...I just brought home some dandelion greens from the market...

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  7. I like the notion of grass scratching itself! Very enjoyable piece, Shers, be reading it again I shall!!

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