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POETIC INSPIRATION As a Bat Mitzvah gift, my great-aunt gave me the book “Room for Me and the Mountain Lion”, selections by Nancy Larrick. I poured over the poetry in that book. So many of them spoke to me, but especially the ones set in the Northwest.
DREAM DINNER PARTY We were stuck in the snow. The bus driver had to back up, and the person in the back wanted to let the bus driver know about the conditions, so he would shout it up, and the person in the middle would pass it, and so on.
MAKES ME SMILE The curve of the beach at Camp Sealth on Vashon Island.

Our Rain

The soaked black sky of winter.
Rain riding the moon,
the undulating lake.

The pale green spiral of spring,
fierce diamond mountains.
Platinum rain.

The sputter spritz
of summer. Deep green
pines, eagle graced.

The stuffed sky white
with gurgle splash fall.
Fern scented soil.

Our clear azure rain.

Our Rain

The soaked black sky of winter.
Rain riding the moon,
the undulating lake.

The pale green spiral of spring,
fierce diamond mountains.
Platinum rain.

The sputter spritz
of summer. Deep green
pines, eagle graced.

The stuffed sky white
with gurgle splash fall.
Fern scented soil.

Our clear azure rain.

Deborah Bacharach, 48

Seattle

 
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