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by Kathie Bird

 
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Bob

Yesterday and today Bob cracked a joke.
His humour is peeking out from beneath its rock.

He keeps track of time and always speaks when asked.
And then some.
Bob says some pretty powerful things
when he feels the need.

A calm is now misting his marks won hard.
Bob still drags his threads
but he walks quicker now.

Purpose is seeping back into his pores.

Its only been twelve weeks since Bob awoke
from death among the cracks and litter.
He’s warmer now
he’s healing.

Copyright December 3, 1996, Kathie Bird
(watch how he) FALLS

Be careful around him.
He's a pleasure to observe
The way he swirls among the slabs
And lunges at those boulders.
Yes - he's powerful. He can pull you close to look.
Be wary.
Though you find those clear, tranquil pools of his so alluring
Don't jump in.
His depths are cold and would freeze your soul.
Alice

She gently strokes her hand over the dressing on her belly
As a mother caresses her newborn

"The knife went in this much."
Her hand forms a big 'C' in the air
Her voice the tempo of a techie toning data
"It sliced my bowel - I almost died."

She loves him like loving a puddle of putrid water in a lifetime of desert.

"I'll go back to him - of course I will. I want to make him feel what I felt."

The scar she caresses is the caesarean of a purpose.

Copyright September 26, 2005, Kathie Bird