by Kathleen MacGregor
Walking out into the morning
This morning
The clouds were splashed across the sky
Like balled up socks
Scattered on the
Bedroom floor
And glowing and
I remembered Loving Sprirt
I met the day before and
Every moment he has been with me
Unrecognized and
Unknown
And his waiting was still
But
Sobbing with his desire to love
To love
He wants to love
I never knew he had any desire
I only saw him...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
That day, it was raining on the mountain.
Dragons flew between wisps of vaporous exhalations.
The earth breathing deeply in her sleep,
my face wet with rain,
I phoned him to say I wouldn’t be home.
I was on the mountain in the rain.
My wildness had been touched
like a spark touching autumn grass.
I was alight.
I was the most myself I’d ever felt.
Now you come into my dreams,
like...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
Let me tell you of my loves.
I love rain.
Rain on streets and sidewalks splashing.
Rain in the woods,
Soaking in.
Rain shocking bare skin
In a garden. At night. In winter.
Bare feet.
I love the symphony of rain
And the whisper.
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I love the golden dried grass
Of California.
When I’ve been away,
The sweet grainy smell breezing down
From the mountain,
Brings tears to my eyes.
I don’t...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
Do you know the brutally honest liar?
The faithfully cheating one?
She’s falsely true.
Go to sleep and wake up.
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by Kathleen MacGregor
If I had it to do over,
I would have turned to you
With my full face.
I would have spoken.
I!
I am the woman of this house!
You are swallowing the nourishment
From my body, my work.
My hands my Love.
You will either pay respect or
Get out!
Brimming with Her fire- full, fearful rage
I would have seen you tremble.
I would have seen you pared down
To naked fear and insecurity.
The same that...
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