The ravens’ wings flashed
In a high sun
Purple blue iridescences
Like a mob of teenagers
Good natured
Unruly
Riding the sky
Like bicycles
Climbing and coasting
Taste testing freedom
Carefree-ing exhilaration
Squeezing dare
into every fibrous feather
Resonating flares
Into every hollow bone
Riding invisible drafts higher
And higher
Bold and fierce
Plumes of feathers
Cawing, climbing,
Defying
Alive
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I'm Sarah--mother of two daughters, 10 and 8, born in Oregon, raised in Eastern Washington, played basketball and learned a little Japanese language at the University of San Francisco, volunteered as a youth minister in Adderbury, England, farmed on Lopez Island (where I met my husband from Nebraska), farmed some more in central Ohio for Dominican Sisters, graduated from OSU's college of food, ag and environmental sciences and moved to Michigan. I bake sourdough bread and pizza, like to run into neighbors outside on a regular basis, only knit if the weather is cold, and love the feel of my heart beat and the burn of my lungs after paddle boarding in a lake or working outside, especially after turning the compost pile. My husband is a researcher and instructor at a state university, and we often dream about sailing with friends. Maybe I'll start making Christmas presents early this year, but probably not.
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Thanks for sharing these with me. Very touching and deep. You have a gift. I hope you will continue to write poetry.
Adeline
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Thank you, Adeline. It is good to share them with you.
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