Fragments - Humility
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Questions of <strong>Humility</strong><br />
by Timothy Pilgrim<br />
Dream of a festival to honor<br />
a great writer. Dozens of poets<br />
lounge by a hot springs<br />
hidden under trees. Hot water<br />
mixes with cold, ringed stones<br />
create pools of different heat.<br />
All drink bourbon, wine, brandy,<br />
the good stuff — it’s free.<br />
They circle a fire, grow silent<br />
in fading light. The great one<br />
rises from steam, asks the poets<br />
at his feet -- If I were to place<br />
three poems high in night sky,<br />
what question would you speak:<br />
Which poems are placed there?<br />
Or, Is mine among the three?<br />
Memories that smell<br />
like eucalyptus<br />
by Wendy Tafur<br />
I see a child playing<br />
on a swing tied to the branches<br />
of a eucalyptus tree. Her eyes on the horizon,<br />
a loose grip on the ropes<br />
like she trusts the wind will catch her<br />
even if she lets go.<br />
A song plays in her mind,<br />
she closes her eyes, bends her knees, listens<br />
to the Spanish guitar as she pushes herself<br />
forward.<br />
Orange, purple and pink, warm<br />
dripping from every note; always consistent,<br />
always different.<br />
A leaf caresses the single tear<br />
on her cheek before it falls on her lap.<br />
Her feet touch the ground when she opens<br />
her eyes,<br />
holding the ropes with a tight grip<br />
in that swing beneath memories that smell<br />
like eucalyptus,<br />
She no longer trusts the wind.<br />
She brings the leaf to her lips<br />
and there’s still time, but she swears she can<br />
taste on it<br />
every word she never said.<br />
l’ uomo dei fiori<br />
by Addison Lucia<br />
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