Jone MacCulloch
Response

Notes in a Locker
By Margaret Simon
Inspiration piece

I forgot

…..who she wanted to become.

…..A note dropped into a locker

…..scribbled in cursive,

…..curly letters to sign her name.

I forgot

…..who she was.

…..When notes became soggy

…..tissue floating in the river

…..buried beneath the flood,

…..we climbed out on Easter morning.

I forgot

…..who she wanted to be.

…..Her blonde Dorothy Hamill haircut

…..flirted with the boys

…..just wanting to be loved.

I become

…..who she is,

…..daily walking from

…..cocoon of sleep

…..into full moon rising,

…..being fine

…..being she
…..being me.

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How Do We Stand?
By Margaret Simon
Response

I go to Lady Bird Johnson Grove
to be among these giant trees.

Fenced forest of ten thousand branches
diffuses blue sky radiation
illuminating tunnels in the midst

of roots ungrounded–a path
to the great unknown.

Moved by stillness,
we pass ancient ruins,
an army of roots intertwined.
I’ll lock arms with you 

through dark spaces
where rays of light
are swallowed
and breathe in blue forever. 

Margaret Simon, all rights reserved

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