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[CA] Today I know that life is but a dream, For how else could a moment ages past Arise now on the surface of this stream Of being, sliding freely in its churn? Before, rash memories swirled up, eddying fast Against the current’s flow; now hours return To present tense unrippling, it would seem. Yet fiction glints off this which I might deem Pure fact. Forthwith, it blurs and slides away With shoreline forests slipping past the hull Of this stern oarsman’s boat, soon turning dull.
On a Starless Night The stars hid their light that chilly night, a lone snap of a twig broke the silence and her lithe body froze prepared for flight. She'd hid him in the brush beside the fence, obedient he lay in shrouded allusion waiting her return to end his seclusion A lone snap of a twig broke the silence a soft stirring in the grass across the field warned of a stalker's malignant pretense. A bobcat crouched using the dark as a shield, the fur on his back bristled with intent he lifted a searching nose to catch the scent. Her lithe body froze prepared for flight to lead the danger away from the nest but if the need arose she'd stay and fight, a mother's heart beat inside her breast. Earlier she'd left to hide the older twin within the forest deep with discipline. She left the younger in brush beside the fence. too weak at birth, he could not travel far. Into the twilight he was closeted for defense in the frigid cold of the night without a star. The bleating of the fawn betrayed his fear response from Mama said "I'm near" Obedient he lay in shrouded allusion, the doe deftly lunged at the lone threat. With a snarl the cat snapped back in confusion. Relentless thrashing razor hooves he met and finally turned and ran to avoid the fury through the meadow bloodied and weary. Waiting her return to end his seclusion he awkwardly claimed his legs and stood then took stronger steps to conclusion She looked him over as a mother would, a few more steps then she led the way to where she came, at the dawning of the day. ~~ Judi Van Gorder A Trenta Sei
Pacific Golden Way Locked and closed in night, full throttle in sunlight, blanketing the rise and fall of rolling hills, turning them to carpets of pirate-booty. Greedily they gobble the land from mountain to shore. Fog-horns outside the bay, trumpet the glory of California's untamed, golden, prodigal poppy. ~~Judi Van Gorder