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what you see may not be what you get
I don't look like much
unless you see with your heart
The flesh knows time
but not the spark
that bit of spirit
that lies within
underneath
the skin...
My light slips past
that jagged edge
and becomes infinity
touches the sun
just for fun
and dances
o so free


FALLING (haiku)

displacement, in air
in gravity's grudging grasp
rushing down in wind


sushi

the tender cool flesh
wasabi kissed, no regrets
nori wrap on lips...


in praise of arugula

your tender green leaf
it lingers so vividly
on a trusting tongue.



© Debra Yvonne Mathis. Bio: Born and raised in New Mexico, started playing piano at four, writing poetry at seven. Studied music at Western Michigan University, and received B.S. in Music Theory. Started making tuned windchimes in the early nineties. Mother of two sons, friend to most animals. Love cooking, growing herbs and stretching! Currently residing in Oregon.