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by Margarita Engle
Rose petal jam, rosebud candy
carved into the shapes of people,
beasts, birds; syrup of violets,
the variations are soothing.
Even the names convey magic
mimosa butter sandwiches,
nasturtium sauce, marigold soup,
carnations for melancholy,
the fragrance of rose leaves and mint
for sleep, tucked in a pillow…dreams…
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by Margarita Engle
Motionless
in the forest
I watch
a raven’s flight
gunshots too close
must I explain
my own stillness
to wayward hunters?
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by Margarita EngleIn Assisi
my father the artist
explained perspective,
form, and pigment,
but I was unable
to see anything beyond
the man in a winglike robe
speaking to birds
so calmly
that they understood
the wolves
must listen too.
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by Margarita Engle
Descending
into the land
of childhood
a yellow-walled town
on the coast
of light
memory’s
turbulent landing
each rediscovery
of time flow
and place love
always new.
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