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by Patricia Fritsche | |
If an E.T
of the famed, crop circle kind,
were to land
right smack on your hemp
"duck in marsh" welcome mat;
gravitating
to your particular
wobbly scenario.
Some sort of sameness
coming through;
open invitation
to everyone
with a good, broad attitude.
And you went to investigate
a forbidden dance of anxiety,
like a salmon
spawning,
knowing,
the sound was not
in the limits of your town.
What would be the first,
tiny, insect, winged sound
trying to climb
to attention to speak?
When it held out
a three finger, luminescent
greeting
and saw something in pink,
spongy things.
And thick, green, facial mud
like new young cement
setting such
a muscle conniption;
and said "gurkqzkggee,"
not bad!
And, you coughed up
all your golden years,
those peaceful memories at once.
And said "oh my God,"
second guessed to yourself;
I shouldn't have worn
that ragged, purple, gardenia
house dress today.
This could be the start
of something big...
strangers in the night
and all of that, not!
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Patricia Fritsche works as an administative assistant with her husband (owner of his own graphic business). She enjoys the creativity and exploring of a particular muse since this has been a passion of hers for some time. Reading, crafts, enjoying her dog, and photography are favorite past times but she has delved into a lot of different things since the seventies and now more than ever everything changes.
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