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As the Crow Flies
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A collection of poems by Judith Shepard, co-publisher at The Permanent Press.
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AS THE CROW FLIES
As the crow flies
so too, my thoughts
where the sound of blue
and the touch of plum
nest.
Back to the best of the best
of
summer days that
lie with the scent of honeysuckle
and the grass on the old baseball diamond
held young bodies
listening
to the sound of river splashes
over
round white stones.
My life stretches out
unwinding like a shiny yellow ribbon.
Now I wind it about my hand
to see how far I went and where.
THE BACKYARD
The backyard
was
a mysterious thing
full of petals.
Silky and velvet
they promised sweet nectar
to sip
delicately.
I could lay down
on green grass
smell it deeply
chew one slender stalk
while spying the solitary bleeding heart
mysterious and passionate
at the end of
the garden path.
The lilac bushes
higher than high
roses and phlox
surrounded me
and I was four
or seven.
There were bushes with
white berries to
pop
under your thumb.
Bushes with red berries
to split with your fingernails and
discover their hidden black seeds
nestled inside
sleeping.
An occasional blossomed eccentric
knowing itās special
peered
between the commoners
with majestic indifference.
Once I saw
a hummingbird
blue like a robinās egg
so small
so perfect
I thought I had
dreamt it.
Roses grew in pink
profusion
up the lattice work.
Wearing them
in my hair
at the Fourth of July parade
I didnāt win a ribbon but
thought
I was beautiful.
Those days I was
an innocent dewdrop
a fresh faced daisy
watching my Grandmother
in her blue coolie hat
digging with patient fingers
tenderly
touching
her garden.
Those days have
drifted pass
as swift as wind
carried aloft into
the corner of
my mind
Now I watch this
cool white world and
wait for Spring
eager to fi...
Table of contents
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Part One
- Part Two
- Part Three
- Part Four
- Part Five
- Part Six
- Part Seven
- Part Eight
- Part Nine
- Copyright Page