betrayal and sun-letting – Richard J Tilley

when the White House asked to interpret my coalesced dream payments – Richard J Tilley

What an honor – Richard J Tilley

Angry With The Waters – Richard J Tilley

once and foremost – Richard J Tilley

The old man
must have stopped our car
two dozen times to climb out
and gather into his hands
the small toads blinded
by our lights and leaping,
live drops of rain.

The rain was falling,
a mist about his white hair
and I kept saying
you can’t save them all
accept it, get back in,
we’ve got places to go.

But, leathery hands full
of wet brown life
knee deep in the summer
roadside grass
he just smiled and said
they have places to go
too.
~~'Birdfoot's Grampa' by Joseph Bruchac

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"Hamala (Let him fly)

Oundara wama kei ibirinei, inchuwamei lidoun ubóu (Let us come together as brothers, we will push him out into the world)"

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Hamala (Let Him Fly) by Emilio Nathaniel Thomas of The Garifuna Collective (2019) https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/38808755/The+Garifuna+Collective/Hamala+%28Let+Him+Fly%29

"Spilled coffee stains the white mug, pools in the saucer.
A small red spoon spoons out nothing from the bottom."

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Two Minutes in Muar by Gillian Sze (2012 The Rusty Toque) http://www.therustytoque.com/poetry-four-poems-by-gillian-sze.html

Poetry: Four Poems by Gillian Sze

The Rusty Toque | Poetry | Issue 2 | February 27, 2012

THE RUSTY TOQUE

You're the kind who looks at a painting
and wonders what's happening beyond

the stretched canvas, where it wraps
around the wood frame, as if
it were a detail from a larger work

or, like a photograph, one small scene
inside a wider one, curated by the eye.

You wonder what's beyond
the bowl of fruit, beyond the gray sea
with its meal of wrecked ships,

beyond the mother holding her burning,
red-cheeked child. You're the kind

who thinks there must be more
than this, more than what you see.
The kitchen might be filling with bees,

drawn buzzing to the bowl of red
and yellow apples. And the waves,

the waves might be ruffling white
and folding over on themselves--
breaking, breaking like a fever.

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-- Maggie Smith, "Detail" from her new volume, *A Suit or a Suitcase*

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Keep Prepared for Tomorrow and Be Prepared to Share – Richard J Tilley