Lilacs for Brains

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The wheels of spring turned so quickly this year, we hardly blinked and the trees had shed their petal pink disguises in favor of hungry green leaves.  Or maybe it was me who moved too quickly, whizzing from one imperative to the next because that is what “imperative” means.  Lilac, crabapple, forsythia, magnolia, serviceberry, quince, ornamental pear – rolled across parks and lawns according to their own tender urgency.  Between home-work and work-work, I couldn’t put up much of a chase.

So this year, I have trusted Spring’s judgment to reveal whatever was needed.  She saw her opportunity and she took it.  She paused for me though I barely saw her.  She didn’t linger waiting for my grasp.  She was too free for that.

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April Forth


We arrived together in this world, squished and compliant with the peculiar form of our life-in-waiting.  You were braver than me (you always have been) – more restless to try your voice and see what it you had to say.  You made it look so easy, and fun (you always do) – I couldn’t help wanting my spot, too – right next to you.

Happy Birthday, honey. You, me (blessed).

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What is Butterfly Remains


Miss Barbara Ann Downtain, April 29, 1926-March 29, 2010

Bring you some daffodil
spring solemnities
as thin as green asparagus shoots
and tender
grasped by teeth
plucked by mouth
a kissing-loving gone
dissolved into a moment
new as rain
where now though gone
you can always be found.

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This Little Butterfly’s Days


Conveyed to earth
with time and blood
Made of faces as familiar as my own
I see her now
A shapeless incandescence
seeking nectar without remorse

because it is the purpose of butterflies
to turn the life of flowers into
and yield it back into the breath
from which they came.

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This Little Butterfly (1)


This little butterfly since February 15

went to 18 hours of class
and 120 hours of work
and wrote case briefs
and read statutes
and schlepped every single thing she owned by hand
and by car
and by the miraculous aid of a friend with a van
and by Two Men and A Truck
and piled it all into a new room where boxes tower yet in front of the window where the photos should be
and started a different temp assignment with all new software
and interviewed for a job or two that didn’t turn out
and got new sway bars on the car
and made dinner and coffee
and gave Fran the Accountant some not quite ready taxes
and held a few hands while someone cried
and yes, goddammit, took Sunday off
to bask in the warmth of the Sisters Who Stitch
and no, this year
there won’t be as many butterflies
as have unfolded in Marches Past
yes, goddammit, it is breaking my heart.

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Seeing by Heart – The 14th and Onward


Hearts have had their say.  As always, they unveil the places inside me shaped just like them – threads and paper seen through words and glass.   Maybe I shouldn’t have shown all of them – and maybe I should have shown some I didn’t.  The voice of comparison is chanting, “Not enough!”

But, I am back to not knowing what to do, or how I will do it.  And that is the right place to be.

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Seeing by Heart – 13


The way to simple things has its twists and turns.  There are so many ways to be red, I can never see them all.  Each form discloses a little more about red than I knew before.

Is red simple?  I don’t know.  Is red human? Yes.  That is what I think.


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