Street Crossing 

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A woman, bundled tight against the cold,

holds the hands of two children holding hands

with three or four more.

 

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. 

And suddenly she is last.

Her brood has sprung forward – hopping, running,

lurching across the trolley tracks.

 

Their motion catches me – the physicality of swinging movement,

from protected waiting 

to glittering surging flow of Forward;

 anchored by mittened hands.

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8 Comments

  1. OH! The movement of this totally slinkied me! wonderful… mmmm…

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  2. Melody Schaper

     /  December 13, 2013

    Beautiful Tina. What a gift you have and are.

    Sent from my iPhone

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  3. And in turn releases the depth of poeticism from the poet.

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  4. karen alderfer

     /  December 14, 2013

    beautiful!!! I want to hear more. then what?

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    • :). 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

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  5. Carolyn Bergey

     /  December 15, 2013

    Mittened hands and movement with each other….I love this! My hands and heart feel and picture the vibration.

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