some things remain

beep, beep the chair lift warns us out of the way as granny rides slowly down the fifteen white-carpeted stairs past the picture frames filled with memories of earlier days; we have all grown older. in the kitchen grandpa rattles through the cupboard looking for baking sheets for the cinnamon rolls do you want cantaloupe…

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i can’t forget

i can’t forget the shiny-brights snug in their tissue-paper beds in the flower-patterned cardboard box bright magenta, sky blue, silver-glittered each emerged from its wrappings brilliant beneath the tarnish of age purple grapes, green pine cones, rainbow sunbursts, carnival swirls they all had stories; granny remembered each one

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thanksgiving

for the white-headed eagles soaring through the morning for the prairie grasses of gold and bronze and brown for the rustling evensong of cottonwood leaves for the full moon reflected in the wind-ruffled pond for the soule You saved on plymouth rock for the soul You saved from a wayward heart for these, Lord, i…

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