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** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath

Above the call, “Daughter!” to the girl running outside, her 
Tresses and turquoise skirt flying up in a lunging wind

As a red squirrel leaps onto a chipping-painted windowsill
To dig all through a neglected flowerbox, while  he’s squawked at 
     By a blackbird, bowing over her nest, keeping watch 

Nearby  where there emanates the enchanting sound of piano
Nocturnes that the son (in rolled-up shirtsleeves) nicely plays

While a ping-pong ball rolling, clacks across the cellar floor,
 Beguilling the cat into a frenzied attempt to seize her prey

At the hallway’s end, Grandma asks a mirror about her appearance.
“Is there a flower fairy to bring a blooming loveliness to my age?”
Mirror, ready to answer, “Just look!  Radiance grows inside every day.”  
  But, the answer on-coming, found Grandma, chin-on-hand, fast asleep.


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(c) sally young eslinger 7/14-15/2023
Thanks be to God—-

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