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Underground eXperts United
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[ Wild Orchid Moments ] [ By Duane Locke ]
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By Duane Locke
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WILD ORCHID MOMENTS
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Oak hammock , wild orchids shake
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Between ferns on fallen oak branches.
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I kneel to crawl under spiderwebs,
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Their fingers caress my neck's back.
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My knees darkened by the wet moist earth.
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Red fungi leaped out of wet, decaying tree limbs,
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The red shaped like Chiarra's lips.
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TWANG
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The twang of this wan rainy light
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Is the twang
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Of a sad mandolin.
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It is the sound from the foottracks of the heavy rain
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Walking heavy footed across rain puddles.
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The rain is walking across fields to drench a city,
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Drench my house,
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Surround my house
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With the sound of a sad mandolin.
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PRESENT, FUTURE WINTERS
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In her golden dragon adorned jade colored dress,
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She gazes at mulberry tree's bare branches.
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She gazes at the frozen pond,
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See cracked ice float.
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Goes inside to gaze at the bed curtains,
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Embossed, gold-thread geese
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Migrate towards mirrors.
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WATERMELONS
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Our mother would thump
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Watermelons,
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Just the men would do.
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Other men did not thump watermelons.
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Only the men did.
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The sound of the thump
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Was supposed to reveal
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If the watermelon was ripe and red inside.
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We, her children, never understood
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Why she wore a raspberry dress
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With thin raspberry straps over bare shoulders.
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One morning, we awoke
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To find my mother gone.
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All we had for breakfast was a watermelon.
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When we cut it open, it was green.
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MARY
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Mary watched her mother select
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A doll from the Goodwill box.
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Mary saw that the doll looked like her.
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The mother took the doll into the kitchen,
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Not knowing Mary was watching her.
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With a butcher knife, the mother beheaded the doll.
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The dark-haired, brown-eyed mother
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Jumped up and down on the doll's blonde hair and blue eyes.
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The only thing that saved Mary from fear
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Was that her eyes were hazel.
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Duane's biography: http://www.uXu.org/dlocke.htm
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uXu #527 Underground eXperts United 1999 uXu #527
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