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[created 8.12.04 and resurrected 8.10.04]
My dialect is like an autumn day, perhaps October 19th or later. My dialect is crisp like the snap and crackle of the fallen maple leaves I step on during my evening walks. My dialect is chilly like the weather front that bringts a cold wind on its way to January riding on the back of a warm breeze on its way back to August. |
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Posted by Karen McComas on 8/10/05; 7:26:32 AM to the writings Department Discuss |
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I see two sisters, one red-head with freckles and one tow-head with no front teeth, who wear matching sweatshirts and shorts as they tumble out of Tabone's mint-green cottage in their bare feet.
I hear the sea-gulls cry to the Great Lake symphony, conducted by the unpredictable weather patterns that sweep over the Big Water.
I smell bacon and eggs in the cottage and fish at the picnic table.
I think I am on a ship as I stand alone on the bluff, my family as far away as the wind can blow.
I feel powerful and safe and free standing up against the wind and the water, five-years-old today. |
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Posted by Karen McComas on 8/9/05; 6:57:09 AM to the writings Department Discuss |
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- Stand in
- Michigan
and
- drop a
-
- string
- about
- three
- states
- long,
I'm from that string.
- Skate around
- Northern Michigan
on
- frozen lakes
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- that connect
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- Christmas tree farms,
- Slide down through Ohio,
- the place we call the Land
- of the Man Made Ponds (or
- Pond-sylvania, for short),
and
- Cross the river
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-
-
- into
-
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- West Virginia
- where the stately trees line up
- on the steep mountainside like
- members of
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
- the altos to the side,
- and the tenors and basses
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
- at the very top.
- I'm from somewhere
- on that string,
-
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-
-
-
-
-
- part of here
and part of there.
- But, if you ask
- me, I'll tell
- you
- that I'm from water, because
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- it's what I knew first.
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Posted by Karen McComas on 7/24/04; 7:13:41 PM to the writings Department Discuss |
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