Seventeen

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Those long summer days
When I was seventeen
Sun kissed skin
On the lake
Unbuttoned life vest
Bikini underneath
The power and thrum
Of the jet ski
Between my knees

You would watch
From the shore
As I’d race
Shooting straight across the water
Then a jerk to the left
And I’d spin into a 180
Sending a spray of water
Into the air
The freedom of it
As I’d giggle
And race out again
I always had a need
For risk
And speed

Oh, those late summer days
All of us piled into the back
Of an old station wagon
Singing along to Weezer
And U2
“Where the Streets have no Name”
That was our theme song
As we raced along
Those winding mountain roads
We had trails to climb
And waterfalls to slide

Then there were those fall days
Alone on the back deck
I’d watch the evening light
Play on the leaves
Of my favorite tree
I’d blow him a kiss
As I skipped down the steps
And waltzed toward my bike
Adventure and the night
Always called to me
So I’d follow the sunset
Toward that ancient church yard
Where I wondered among the stones
Reading the stories of their past
All the while
I’d be spinning my own
Dreams
And stories
Of all that I’d be
Even then
Innocent as I was
The moon was my lover
And still he beckons
To the tides of my spirit
“Come and twirl with me, Leah.”

-LM Jones

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Little Golden Bird

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“Who knows? Perhaps the same bird
echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening.”

Little bird of gold
Why do you never fly?
How can you sit so bold
With gathering storms in sky?

I’m awaiting the sun
For he never fails to visit me
Very soon he’ll come
Sit and wait, you’ll see

But are the storms worth the light?
My doubt was very plain
Little bird, suffering in my sight
It didn’t seem quite sane

Oh yes! Every moment of the storm is worth his rays
Wait for the clouds to pass, And I’ll sing a song
What’s suffering compared to his warmth upon my face?
He’ll hear my call dear, it shan’t be long

And sure enough she began to sing
The winds and rain did cease
I found a small hope upon which to cling
Oh let the sun come for her, please!

And it was as if the heavens broke
The light was blinding to behold
Then I heard the sun as he spoke
It was all as I’d been told

He wrapped the small lovely dove
In golds of the brightest hue
The storms had been worth his love
Her words had proven true.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rilke)