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Green Adirondack chairs,
Bleached by sun, arms touching,
Commiserate, await, relief for parched planks.
Trees sway, dip and bend in ancient dance,
Nature’s Code Talkers, communicating warning
To all who listen and see.
Gales simulate sea sounds,
As birds fly, squirrels scurry by,
And electricity pungently perfumes the aroused air.
The dance transforms into a passionate L’Apache.
Leaves flutter and tango into irresistible currents,
Twirling, swirling, colliding, hurling to ground.
Bowing to synchrony in strikes of light,
Storm language primal and cleansing,
Sibilant sounds of the womb.
While the chairs with wide open arms,
Sit, entertained, awaiting the rain.
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Another truly beautiful poem from my sister Annette. She has such great feeling of the things and environment around her. Pure, loving and heart.
Thank you so much for always loving and supporting me Frankie. Appreciate it more than I can say.