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When Mara Leaves Me Poems on Facebook

She writes only four
and five star poems
that give me goosebumps
and make me laugh out loud

She takes me places
that are new but feel familiar
Sometimes my eyes fill with salty water
and I miss my hometown peninsula

While she flits through fiddleheads
on the sides of mountains
and washes her feet
in creeks with first names

I want to offer her a towel
and build her a fire
but hers already roars

We’ve burned them in the dark
and picked four leaf clovers
In meteor showers
Mara wears red

But now she wears blue
and nourishes grassroots
She punctuates her causes
Keeps sharpies in her pockets

Her poems are contagious
She passes them like notes
We keep them going
because we gave up talking

Now we let them swirl
like triple goddess spirals
We go out on limbs
to hang them

They buzz back and forth
like dragonflies in summer
ready to stitch good sense
sew torn hearts together

________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United/ dVerse Poets Pub

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