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               for James Lee Jobe

Remember when we used to be the river?
It occurs to me that we are time.
Look what a fantastic place love finds
When we open ourselves above these empires
Of dust that once were sleep or weapons,
Ocean after ocean that we ran toward.

How could we know the way?
Look at the stars. What are they doing?
Our children rushing past in an insomnia
Our soul demands, so that we never lose
Our place in this river.  And then, suddenly,
They are gone. So much music they are.

We remain the river. Kind of  an ivory labyrinth
Borges spoke of when he was a river.
The images continue to occupy us
Even as we move through the great
Corridors of the heart. We find ourselves
Still breathing. We become an epitaph.

D.R. Wagner

Medusa’s Kitchen
(more poems by D.R. Wagner)

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Reach for a book

to tickle your fancy —

reach for a book

to make you feel dancey.

Reach for a book

when you want to feel friendly —

reach for a book

that’s happy-ever-end-y.

Eve Merriam

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(in Mary Perrotta Rich, Ed. Book Poems: Poems from National Children’s Book Week, 1959–1998. New York: Children’s Book Council)

(spotted in Mr. Mark Pollock and Mrs. Medora Sobottka’s kindergarten classroom
at Fred T. Korematsu Elementary School, Davis, CA)

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The Soul has Bandaged moments –
When too appalled to stir –
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her –

Salute her, with long fingers –
Caress her freezing hair –
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover – hovered – o’er –
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme – so – fair –

The soul has moments of escape –
When bursting all the doors –
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours,

As do the Bee – delirious borne –
Long Dungeoned from his Rose –
Touch Liberty – then know no more –
But Noon, and Paradise 

The Soul’s retaken moments –
When, Felon led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the song,

The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue –

Emily Dickinson
(stanzas 3 & 4 appear
in a postcard from the San José Museum of Art)

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You have been invited to meet
The Friend.

No one can resist a Divine Invitation.

That narrows down all our choices
to just two:

we can come to God
dressed for Dancing

or

be carried on a stretcher
to God’s Ward.

Hafiz
trans. Daniel Ladinsky

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from “Extended Outlook”

“The tree is a violin bow
scraping the sound box of the house
all day. Close to the ribbed
breath, the scrolled end of wind under the eaves
turns back on the fine-tuned neck,
answers the shrill
jay in the caterwaul of blue
and fading light.”

from “Sanding the Chairs”

“Every layer of paint, a country of wishes: the days
of townships lying in harbor
riding at anchor
follow the stars”

from “The Geologist’s Map”

“Cut off / from her past, the continent drifted”

Madeleine DeFrees
Blue Dusk (2001)

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“Honey”

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Susan Sharman
The Daily Fabric Exhibit
Benicia Library
Sept 2016

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1 Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness,
and as for princes, they shall rule in justice.

2 And a man shall be as in a hiding-place from the wind,
and a covert from the tempest —
as by the watercourses in a dry place,
as in the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.

Isaiah 32:1-2

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