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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Charger who wrote (1441)	4/4/1998 3:59:00 PM
From: Charger	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

All Loves Leave A plaster doll (mine) lost or rather found again (but changed) lying in a desert gulch where storm collected water sometimes runs. Cracked rosy cheeks, crisscrossed lines finer than the neatly squared mud cups into which its still bright blue eyes stared. A piece of heart (mine) is left, leaking out its love juice on champagne sand touched not by scorpions. horney toads, rough scaley tough poison-protected wisdom that sucks life -- that taught me to suck life and move on. What is forward like, when the past clings to the backs of eyes (mine) as cactus needles clung to my doll pulling her from me? Wait, I said, silently, hand in her pulling hand my face turned behind seeing sideways-hanging doll, a yellow cactus flower near her blue glass eye. All loves leave (me). Sooner or later it comes their time to go. Pools of gleaming maple leaves at tree base replace the tiny dry sage leaf stiff and curled on dusty twig, aromatic sprig of light paled against the silver cholla shining in my desert eye. Wait, I have said silently...to sunset, sunrise, storm line neat across the desert, broken wing broken bird, nodding goldenrod in steamy heat, to mother's face and lover's trace of soul up on the ceiling, gone already white. Tibetan light of welcome beckon. Magnet soul-sucked life from two brown eyes. - - Caroline Ames 1985