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08 April 2008

my secret name

TIGER LILY: ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg wa

PETER PAN: ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg wa

BOTH: gugg-a-bluck
gugg-a-bluck
gugg-a-bluck
gugg-a-bluck wa-hoo
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ubble wubble
when we get in trouble
ugg-a-woo
there's just one thing to do

PETER PAN: I'll just send for Tiger Lily

TIGER LILY: I'll send for Peter Pan

BOTH: we'll be coming willy, nilly, Lily

TIGER LILY: Beat on a drum
and I will come

PETER PAN: and I will come and
save the brave noble red skin

ALL: boom boom
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg wa
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg wa
puff-a-wuff
puff-a-wuff
puff-a-wuff
puff-a-wuff
pow wow
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ugg-a-wugg
ubble wubble when you get in trouble
and you're took away by Captin Hook

PETER PAN: I'll just send for Tiger Lily

TIGER LILY: I'll send for Peter Pan

ALL: We'll be coming willy, nilly, Lily



PETER PAN
: Send up a flare

TIGER LILY: and I'll be there

ALL: and you know you got a friend (a friend) we'll be true blood brothers till the end, the end, we're brothers till the end! **

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21 March 2008

come spring

COME SPRING

The first warm days of spring, give them to me,
a tepid rain, crocus poking through last year's leaves.








Give me the heart of it, pale yellow, sky blue,
trees bare but for the hard buds, the few birds.





To hear the screen door
slam again.
To shoo the flies
from the house,
the spoiled fruit.










I'll take all of it,
Mother of Summer,
the smell
of manure shoveled
over the potatoes,
diesel fumes










from the refuse truck,
scent of creek bottom,
feral,
lime-laced,
cracked open
effusion of rotting eggs.









Even sinus infections
and rusty rake tines
sunk in rank earth
near the shed,
mushroom spores,












the asthmatic crank of winter-bound bikes,
fevers,
flu,
cold sores,
loose ends.
Even the crows,
hawking








their dull black cloaks
for the shiny wings
of iridescent spring.
Let them ride
the rippled air












over the barren Sunday parking lots,
the farther fields,
where the weeds will grow thorny,
wild and tall.

Dorianne Laux
copyright 2008







(today is exactly forty years to the day since i moved to california. it's my anniversary. and because she has put a spell on me so that i cannot see a rabbit without thinking of her, this is for karla.)

Happiest Vernal Equinox to Each of You.

Thank you for visiting this blog.

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