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Optimist

My March Lenten sky
plain as a tablecloth,
still milk, cotton shroud.
Ten Canada Geese
charge over the treetops
into April's riot.
Siphoning my faith
straight into God.
Tugging the tendons of my pride.
Unveiling me; a sculpture of hope
rooted in my lawn and reaching
into the pockets of tomorrow.
Searching for a butterscotch
like a gift from Grandpa
home from the factory.

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  1. CynthiaMarch 14, 2010 at 8:18 AM

    Hello Patrick, I was taken by the tenderness
    and the spirituality of your poem's words
    and the visuals it gifted my mind with.

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  2. Haven FairfieldMarch 14, 2010 at 6:22 PM

    Thank you very much Cynthia.

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  3. SandyCarlsonMarch 15, 2010 at 4:15 PM

    Thinking of the spiritual quality of geese...here they are messengers, bringers of good news straight to the source of all good news, and the transformation goes from there.

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  4. Haven FairfieldJuly 16, 2011 at 9:55 PM

    Thank you Sandy (and I can never thank you enough)

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