Mastodawn

The other morning,

Katrina Kaye the lilac in the front yard was filled with tiny birds. Their first feathers still poofing under new coats; all chirp and chatter in the excitement of learning to fly. I watched them and their hurry; the exhilaration of the new. What a lovely song. There is no point to this story, other than it made me momentarily happy. The idea of capture and keepsake never crossed my mind. There was no lust for ownership or some distortion of permanence. No, this was just a […]

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Chasing Rabbits Apr 29

Preservation

Katrina Kaye Left to myself, I sink, and allow eyes to close. To be still, stone, ever vigilant. Left to myself, I will cease to exist long before death has the nerve to visit my doorstep. But I resist decay by statuing against chaos. I close lips, but keep eyes peeled. I listen, listen, listen. I am not unchanging. I rattle back and forth. Left to myself, I will fade long before the sun can bleach my bones. So I protect the beat of my heart and feel […]

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