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Red Umbrella
From 3rd House Journal, July 25, 2005
Bright spot of shade
sanguine against the blue –
What does it hide?
My mother licks her dripping cone
blissfully oblivious.
Soon she’ll be whisked
from her beloved shores
carried away
as under a red balloon
kicking wildly, angry as Mars.
Meanwhile I veil myself
in vacant smiles
hold my breath, submersed
in blue, cold as Sedna
beneath an upended
red canoe.
by Leslee
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Petey’s
The fog is lifting over the salt marsh behind Petey’s. The waitress sets down my carton of fish chowder along with a plastic spoon and two bags of oyster crackers. Blonde hair piled on her head and wearing a bright pink hoodie, she smiles and the lines around her eyes say lived-in and ‘welcome.’
She turns to the couple at the next table and they chat about someone they all know. Locals. The summer crowds are long gone. I empty the tiny paper square of pepper onto my chowder, wondering if my parents came here often.
by Leslee of Third House Journal
Deliquesce
In time I will soften
like old mushrooms –
deliquesce
cell by cell
plexus defenseless
bulwarks dissolved
into moat. I will
not will, won’t
quarrel with the moon
nor damn the tides.
I’ll acquiesce –
unmasked essence
afloat and rudderless.
Let the meltoff decide
on whose sands I maroon
or drift on alone
and after, evanesce.
2005.Written by Leslee, of Third House Journal.
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