TEALarbor stories’
Monday Musings are quotes, mantras, reveries, poems, & practices offering
simple ways to explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape.
June and
finally snowpeas
sweeten the
Mission Valley.
High behind
the numinous meadows
ladybugs
swarm, like huge
lacquered
fans from Hong Kong,
like the
serrated skirts
of blown
poppies,
Whole
mountains turn red.
And in the
blue penstemon
grizzly
bears swirl
as they bat
snags of color
against
their ragged mouths.
Have you
never wanted
to spin like
that
on hairy,
leathered feet,
amid the
swelling berries
as you
tasted a language
of early
summer? Shaping
the lazy
operatic vowels,
cracking the
hard-shelled
consonants
like speckled
insects
between your teeth,
have you
never wanted
to waltz the
hills
like a
beast?
Sandra Alcosser
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