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it is easy to hear her words

in the phone conversation

it can't be taken for granted

it must be a passed down___blessing

of sorts

so my son puts my grand daughter on the phone now

these simple gifts

these precious moments

like paintings of wax fruit

or

little girls with big eyes

or

velvet elvis crying in the ghetto

where is my heart in all of that?

dusty books pointed a way long ago

the direction was to go against the current

swim it or swallow it

never stop

looking for the mentor of my minds eye

searching out the feelings that are left

like crumbs on a lonely trail of tears

you said for us to make the honey into homespun

threads of love that tied every line together

brought every word into sunlight

gave every rhyme a shelter in

a torrent of digital rain

it is cleaner in my mind thanks to your broom of phrases

simpler times call for simpler words so we can come

down from all mountain tops to sit by your fire

old man with candies in his pocket hands

them out one by one

even if the bitter one gets unwrapped in my hand

tears of joy fill my eyes for what I taste and smell

tagged with your words as lines unbroken until broken

then reformed

as brittle

pieces

gathered in

your wheelbarrow

of ripened fruit

preserved forever

fresh

as love

in any season