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Thu, 24.09.2009

GARNISHING THE AVIARY by Margaret Danner.

Our moulting days are in their twilight stage.
These lengthy dreaded suns of draggling plumes.
These days of moods that swiftly alternate between

the former preen and a downcast rage
or crest-fallen lag, are fading out. The initial bloom;
exotic, dazzling in its indigo, tangerine

splendor; this rare, conflicting coat had to be shed.
Our drooping feathers turn all shades. We spew
this unamicable aviary, gag upon the worm, and fling

our loosening quills. We make a riotous spread
upon the dust and mire that beds us.

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Thu, 24.09.2009

THE SLAVE AND THE IRON LACE by Margaret Danner.

The craving of Samuel Rouse for clearance to create was surely as hot as the iron that buffeted him.

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Thu, 24.09.2009

THIS IS AN AFRICAN WORM by Margaret Danner.

This is an African worm
but then a worm in any land
is still a worm.

It will not stride, run, stand up
before butterflies, who
have passed their worm-like state.

It must keep low, not lift its head.
I’ve had a dread experience, I know.
A worm can do no thing but crawl.

Crawl and wait…..

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Margaret Danner

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God morning heartache, you old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache, tho't we said goodbye last night. I tossed and turned until it seemed you had gone, but here you... GOOD MORNING HEARTACHE by Irene Higginbotham.
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