Street CrossingÂ
.
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A woman, bundled tight against the cold,
holds the hands of two children holding hands
with three or four more.
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She starts across the street and I watch them
in my rearview mirror:
 the sliding pull of a dark slinky as she moves first,
the children moving into action seconds later.Â
And suddenly she is last.
Her brood has sprung forward – hopping, running,
lurching across the trolley tracks.
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Their motion catches me – the physicality of swinging movement,
from protected waitingÂ
to glittering surging flow of Forward;
 anchored by mittened hands.
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joankenersonking
/ December 13, 2013Deep sigh
Starla J. King
/ December 13, 2013OH! The movement of this totally slinkied me! wonderful… mmmm…
Melody Schaper
/ December 13, 2013Beautiful Tina. What a gift you have and are.
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Jay M Burkholder
/ December 14, 2013And in turn releases the depth of poeticism from the poet.
karen alderfer
/ December 14, 2013beautiful!!! I want to hear more. then what?
tinaburkholder
/ December 14, 2013:). thinking of you tonight with dear James. Hoping he is open to your beautiful spirit. “Healing is not an act, it is a way of walking in the world” – Becca Stevens
Carolyn Bergey
/ December 15, 2013Mittened hands and movement with each other….I love this! My hands and heart feel and picture the vibration.
tinaburkholder
/ December 16, 2013🙂 “Healing is not an act, it is a way of walking in the world” – Becca Stevens