Better in Threes

Kristen Lenea Ryberg

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When she felt most alive she was dancing/ offering/ supplicant to rhythm
limb-fed/ When she felt most alive/ she was swimming/ liquid heart heard/ flash 
of fish eye and fin/ When she felt most alive she was making/ making clay into/ making love/ making food/ forming/ When she felt most alive she forgot to remember/ her face/ her waist/ When she felt most alive/ she had almost died.

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Thank you leaf winded trees shushing sky/ Thank you young Boyon Slat, inventor of ocean's plastic remover/ Thank you hand and tendons/ all my body between bones/ Thank you furry and slick/ bumpy and slithery/ clawed/ feathered/ and quiet ones/ For lover starting the coffee/ Thank you for those who ask/ allow me to give or consider giving what I am afraid to let go of/ Thank you man in the gold rebelled-flag pickup for allowing me into traffic/ Thank you for stitcher of each shirt/ carrier of potatoes/ flowers/ Thank you for arms around anything sweetly and tears and breathless art.  

 

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There is a place where words are born of silence-Rumi

Where black stacks corners
where edges disappear
unseen is not empty.

Concede it all to the waiting stars
concede to falling
scatter sunflower seeds into wind

to grow another's surprise
in noticing the petaled turning-- 
toward warmth.

In tear bent rain the geese
make scissor shape squawks,
cut through sky.

EARS UP! love, Kristen