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 even know why.
But I let them come.
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I love fingers in my hair
Braiding and brushing
And how our voices
Sound like purring
When we’re talking there.
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I love spicy Autumn,
Sharp and russet,
Smokey and thickly sweet.
Sharp, goodbying light.
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I love dancing
When the music finally deafens me
To the voices in my head.
And I watch my hot feet
Pounding down the cool, green grass
And love blossoms like a flower
From the crowd
Growing to the sky and rooting us
To the earth.
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I love the sleepy sound
Of children’s voices in the morning
In their room.
Early, orange sun
Glowing through the windows
Which watch them
Like loving parent’s eyes.
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I love the oceanside
Waking up my senses with salt and wind
Rousing the aching desire
To reach further, deeper
To create.
Seagulls staring unabashedly,
Determinedly, at my lunch.
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I love your hand
Alighting upon my waist
When I’m washing dishes
Sending chills up my spine
And melting the tension of separation.
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There is another love of mine
I can’t name.
It’s the one
Secret love, shared
Hidden, everywhere.
Fox knows. She smiled
At me this morning
On the path
Behind all the houses and their
Backyard fences.
Even behind the orchards.
Fox knows.