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MsJesus :     30X40” Watercolor on Canvas     There are fences  Defining a space  A pump is in the creek  noise  And fountains of water-spray   across  Neat rows  A river watering the garden flowed from Eden     I was alone on this walk  The man said,         This is now bone of my bones         and flesh of my flesh;         she shall be called woman,         for she was taken out of man.     The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame.     The road between the fields  Between the fences was lined  With wild plants of all kinds  And a tree grew there  With heavy moss  Grey-green hanging  In the sunlight     Reason and Intuition  Roles and Being  Sun and Moon  Eagle sails across the surface of a waxing moon  The cross of Peter was nailed in upside down  In the morning     A ritual fire burns in the evening  A wooden figure of a goddess with a serpent  A clay man cracks in the coals  Ashes to ashes we all fall down  The itsy bitsy spider  Goes up the spout again  Down goes the rain  And it’s green   hills  And the wind cries Mary  Into the sails  Of Sunday boats on Monterey Bay     “Are you getting up now?  it’s 7:20.”      
MsJesus
Wooden Dragonfly :   WoodenDragonfly28X20" Watercolor and Indian ink on paperWooden DragonflyThin wood like an oldWeathered clothespinThat spring motherWas hanging the laundry outAnd the light like it would never end,That moment.Unlike those twoLatched together so wonderfullyPurple-blue on the impossibly green grassAt Pinnacles.And one wing shorter then the otherSo it can't really flyOr if it couldIt would go in circlesLike a rowerWho has lost an oarOn the morning lakeBy the grassWhere the dragonfliesOf dusk Tease of promised love.So we could walk This night beach so serious gazingFor magical stonesFor East (birth, yellow-green),South (Ocean, youth),West (Fire, older now),North (white of winter, black) andBuild our alterEncircle us,Spiral in like dragonfliesIn August LustOr we could just laughKnowingThe magicIs there alwaysAnd we really don't know how to flyBut in our dreams
Wooden Dragonfly
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