A Coloring Floor
Box of crayons - sixty-four
dumped onto the kitchen floor;
cherry pink and tangerine,
silver, tan and forest green.
Lemon yellow, skinlike peach,
lavender rolled out of reach;
orchid, turquoise, blue and plum
transformed white linoleum.
An oil, gas or water spill
creates a mess which makes us ill,
but I just loved this rollaway -
a crayon spill improved my day.
-Connie Bretz
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Hills
Rolling, smokey-green hills
keep calling me back to my
beginnings, where generations
of my people scratched out
a living, a sprinkling of small
victories for those, a stubborn
and proud people, laboring
to the cadence of the seasons,
while I, like so many others,
drifted away, lured by dreams
of a better world somewhere
just beyond the harsh horizon,
making a promise to return;
and now, with the peach trees
in full blossom, those hills are
calling again, and I must go.
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