2016Bluestone

Gabriele Morgan Daughter of a Star

She is golden light Glowing like a pillar on a dark, craggy shore.

And she owns the space that she lives in, arms spread ocean wide.

Nanjing Summer Gabriele Morgan The rain is gray blue on the pavement of the tented city, Reds dulled by dark weather. When nighttime comes The lanterns hanging from the stalls Will shine into the fog Raised by cold water and hot earth Old men sit under eaves Waiting for a break in the clouds Not knowing, like the children do For now, concrete feet belong To the old ones hiding from The dark and wet in the shops Their grandparents tended While their golden-linings Puddle-jump in the pouring rain. That dancing in the rain Is one of life’s treasures

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