Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Green (for Lucille)

Nonie doted on her two
Grandchildren
With weekly deliveries
Of glazed donuts extra
Sweetened with hugs.
 
She can’t stay long, she said.
 
We went camping at the
Hot springs, staying
Close while she hooked
Up primitive utilities in
Grandiose
Clip on earrings and kneepads.
 
Eucalyptus smells like grandparenting.
 
Tiny children in the back
Seat, driven by a tiny
Grandmother
In a boat of a car
Towing a silver
Bullet RV.
 
Grandpa met us there.
 
Her home’s dance floor was
Green carpet, where we
Spun to accordion whines, heavy
Foot on the organ pedal and
Marching saints on a baby
Grand.
 
I have her hands.
 
 
© Hilary Clark ~ 3/13/15
See the quilt here.

The Kite Perspective

The bright candy colored
Kite soars on a wind roller coaster
Filled with corkscrew loops
On the edge of freedom

Squealing laughter and
Oops se daisy tummy flips
Encourage flight and the kite
Looks down at the children

Anchors with string
Held tight in tiny fists

© Hilary Clark, 6/16/14

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Word Cloud

You are a tourist
Said somebody that I used to know
Working in a vacuum
Next to others locked in their individual spaces

All drinking cough syrup
Like it’s water to ease whatever needs easing
Watching clocks keep times like these
Moving in an even flow

So time moves forward
Sweeping static
Attitudes into an abyss
Of past memories that ask “how did we get here?”

The future is coming in hope driven word clouds

We’re renegades, ever ready to start
Making no excuses in crazy times like these

© Hilary Clark, 2/3/12