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Lips Stained Crimson with Raspberries.

She told me once that the year she went
to England she painted all her buttons
yellow so she would remember what the sun felt like.
She seemed to move everywhere dancing
and music followed her like leaves on the wind.
When I first met her, I knew in a moment I would have to
spend the next few days re-arranging my mind
so there'd be room for her to stay.
You're the strangest person I ever met, she said
and I said you too. We decided
we'd know each other a long time.
She said, These are little packets of light- you need
to plant them early in the year and remember to mark
where they were because lots of times they look like
weeds in the beginning.
I do much better as a goddess, she said, since my secretarial skills have always been limited.
She wanted to hibernate in winter.
The birds brought seed and flowers and
bits of brightly colored string and placed them
in her hair while she slept so that she would
remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
She kept asking if the stories were true. I kept asking if
it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for
a place to stand and I wanted a place to fly.
Just because they die, she said, doesn't mean they go away.

22 Jun 07

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Thats lovely... I don't fully understand it, but I like it all the same :-)
 — dele

I loved this,
nicest poem I've read in awhile.
I'd only suggest quotation marks L9,10
and for the others possibly rephrasing those areas
to avoid direct quotes, as they would be a little long.
Doesn't really matter, I sailed through just fine.
 — jenakajoffer

hey, nice job sunshine.
 — jenakajoffer

thanks a lot dele... and thanks jen, that means a lot to me!!
 — unknown

you're welcome
 — unknown