drawing on the patio with chalk

LINDSAY KUSTUSCH

The girl and the goose feather.

At the edge of the pond, a few white geese

who are at home on the water and equally

at home in the air and on the earth.

White feathers, green water. Time.

Reaching into the water from the shore

a young girl collects a lone feather.

Her fingers are long and graceful.

her smile is of the earth, of the air,

and of the cool, green water. Across the pond

gentle ripples spread from her soft touch.

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Breathe, James, breathe.

There’s a place in my yard where I can watch

the sun set between the trees. Evening comes on

as slow as can be, and a cool breeze blows away

the summer heat. My granddaughter runs up,

she wants to draw on the patio with chalk.

Soon, she'll want a small story as well.

Breathe, James, breathe. The gifts of this life

are all around us, every day, and if we slow down

and look, we don't have to miss any of them.

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James Lee Jobe

JOHN PIZZARELLI -ELEANOR RIGBY

Grief is like a stream running through our life, and it’s important to understand that it doesn’t go away. Our grief lasts a lifetime, but our relationship to it changes. 

Martha Beck, “Elegy for Everything” 

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The big print giveth and the small print taketh away.

Tom Waits

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