A big buzz circles.
Her head bowed over a biography–
Of Henry David Thoreau.
She ignores
whatever
you are…
Bottom grounded.
Her back presses
against the Ranger tire,
and the late afternoon glow
fires the prairie.
But, buzzy
Insistent
comes back,
rounds her head again
and this time she guesses—
The fuzzy
black- yellow bumblebee
drops like a bomb into a ground-hole
two feet in front her lean crossed legs.
Suddenly the Old dog, Professor Skookum pads past;
Her chest draws tight–
his big foot falls on the spot—
crushing…?
Professor Skookum continues on to drink prairie pond;
Cattail seeds gently parachute to earth
and softly she separates the sugar-rich grass.
Her words fall … “Are you down there?” –
Silence.
And then so faintly… “Hush, not the tomb; I’m in the zone, … I’m in the zone…”
Skookum takes a shallow swim – he shakes and the ring of water- pellets fling jewels– a peacock’s tail. Unconcernedly… in the zone, …in the zone.
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15 replies on “The Zone”
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Test 1 by JS
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Hello Sher!
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Evocative
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Thanks Holly. It worked.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Teal.
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Test comment. Hi, Aunt Sher!
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Hey Randy- thanks for testing for me. I have had to retire the other blog, and I am using a new format here, so thanks. I hope all is well at school, Aunt Sher
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checking in from alaska. glad you’re back to writing!
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checking in! good to see your words again.
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beautifully read aloud—as poetry should be.
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Thank you Barb! Maybe now you will be able to get my posts, if they come through your phone. I am still learning this new format and will be retiring the other blog, because they retired my theme– anyway I am looking forward to a new short form literary adventure. It’s wonderful you are able to check in now..
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:-)>
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Thanks Brant!
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