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| Not a real toad |
At the writers' group, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kenia has asked us to write a poem as dialogue with someone else's poem. Now this not an easy challenge, but I'm going to try to respond to it because spoken dialogue is difficult for me today. My throat is so sore, I've almost lost my voice. Talking hurts. My niece phoned me, and was quite happy to do all the talking, and I'm sure a salesperson in a call center somewhere would be happy to talk at me, but that's about it for today, because my husband isn't here.
So, I will try to reply to Ella's question "do you listen?" which can be found by clicking HERE.
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when I’ve walked in the evening
I’ve never thought
to listen
for the sound of a falling star
but from now on,
I will.
*
when a dove glides
toward spring’s light
and a feather flutters
to my feet,
I thank her.
*
when a friend asks
do you listen?
I say
I do:
*
I
do,
now.
❣
Thanks, Ella,
and thanks, Kenia!

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