Be Still

By Jackie Sue Griffin

I reach inside to dwell awhile.
Leave me to linger with the mulberry bush.
Brush my lips with peach fuzz.
Tickle me purple.
Or blue as an Alabama sky.
Oh starry night
Gently fall within my belly.
Settle with the moving sign
Tucked away with the refuge
The used forks and knives.
Disposable memories that trample purpose and rose buds and nightingales.
Garbage bags filled with mistakes.
Silent moonlit lakes surround me.
Listen as crickets harmonize tomorrow And toads croak a new daylight savings time.
No longer can you reach me.
Head and heart like driftwood
Floating near the lily pad anew.

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