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

Nonie doted on her two
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
Clip on earrings and kneepads.
Eucalyptus smells like grandparenting.
Tiny children in the back
Seat, driven by a tiny
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
I have her hands.
© Hilary Clark ~ 3/13/15
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In the old days sailors
Sailed their ships by the stars
And a Mariner’s Compass
Pointing the prow to points
North south east west.
Many went west, found the
New World, and wished they had
Found the Fountain of Youth.
Instead, they grew old
Watching the sunburst
In the eastern sky.

© Hilary Clark, 12/26/14

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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

See the quilt here.