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Connections: March 29

Vernon Hill - 12 - 2015-10The keeping room

old-fashioned place

where all were held

in homey embrace.

Gathering, warming

by hearth and by heart

not valued for size

but as cozy rampart.

Predictable, safe

filled with the known —

it’s in my head now;

I go there alone.

It isn’t this tidy

compartmentalized

but rather like dreams

unrealized:

those who are now

and those who have been

and things that have rusted

and cracked and worn thin.

Things that I touched

with little girl fingers

kitchens and people

whose cinnamon lingers.

My keeping room holds them

for how long I can’t say

but I hold tight and hope

they won’t fade away.

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives

and its Vernon Hill Gallery.

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Connections: March 20

Vernon Hill - 42 - 2015-10When spring comes

and hats bloom on trees

and distant blue-grey bark

summons sinuous breeze

when the fluid air

drips

with shower and chirpsichore

can we pick a hat

and join in the terpsichore?

Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

And happy first day of spring, dear reader!

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Connections: November 24

Vernon Hill - 10 - 2015-10The door that’s always open

the walls that don’t enclose

a line of sight unbroken

leafy fragrance freely flows

yet something guards, a border,

protective but unseen —

I fill my lungs and bless him,

the inventor of the screen.

Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: November 3

2014-11 - Vernon Hill - 52 (1)THERE

What calls me?

Why do I still when I look?

No blossoming tree,

no sparkling brook,

only detritus of the year.

A cramped road

though ample for the breeze.

 Whispery peace lode,

but flat binary tease:

I must abide here.

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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