Beyond the spring pages that march by
The captured moons in their moonshine buckets
Miming happiness that carried them away
Lay the rainbows start and the rainbows end
Some hatchlings of color some mistings of grace
And at the center the learning curves
Asking for moonshine in braying buckets
And the buckets listened but never heard
The misting of waterfalls shot up to pray
Thinking learning comes that way
A perpetual baptism
Curving midlife gone astray
And the curves keep correcting
Listening hearts in moonshine buckets
Mime our time, plummet our depth
Turn our pages, sharpen our prayers
Whittle our essence, bray away
Learning curves
A perpetual baptism
Towards, away
Some mistings of grace
Lay our rainbow start and end.
Denis Streeter 2/24/12
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