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The diamonds did their water-dance,
A salty sailor slept.
Pondering life’s happenstance,
Quietly, she wept.
Wept for all the years she squandered,
Living someone else’s dream,
For all the years she wandered,
In the box’s maze of schemes.
Moon-shine lit the captain’s bunk,
A salty sailor slept.
On liquid light rays thinking-drunk,
Quietly, she wept.
Wept for so much love and fielty,
Bestowed upon folks unworthy,
For trusts recompensed with cruelty,
They wrung her dry like scurvy.
The stars winked and dimmed and sparkled,
A salty sailor slept.
To milky way-days thoughts harkened,
Quietly, she wept.
Wept for the quirky wild-child,
She knows is her inner world,
For that curiously clever bright-eyed,
That precocious little girl.
The wind sang aloud its wind-songs,
A salty sailor slept.
The cool breeze assuaged her done-wrongs,
Quietly, she wept.
Wept not with remorse or worry,
For life’s folly, yours, theirs, mine and ours,
For her twisting-turning story,
The racing pace of hours.
The Diamonds did their water dance,
Moon-shine lit the captain’s bunk,
She was awestruck by her choice, perchance
to heave overboard life’s junk.
The stars winked and dimmed and sparkled,
The wind sang aloud its songs,
She wept the tears of chains unshackled,
She slept the sleep of crones.
~M.Y.M.: new(ish) in old(er) age.
Summer, 2020
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I set a place for you
For you have long sat
At my table
I set a place for you
For I miss the meals
We often shared
I set a place for you
For you have long lived
In my heart
I set a place for you
For I cannot but love you
In Absentia
Marcela: loving you. July 25, 2020
I awoke to twittering birdsong,
and a fresh spring breeze
danced through the open window,
and I was puzzled,
so I queried
the disquieting encumbrance,
which sat so heavily
in my heart.
And as every morning,
since Monday last,
I remembered
where you are.
I hold you close
my dearest friend,
like a child
her well-loved flannel;
And 
On the 11th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 23, 2019
Photo Credit (edited-M.Y.M.):
https://2big2fall.wordpress.com/trump-sheep-one-e/
On the 10th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 22, 2019
On the 9th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 21, 2019
Photo credit: Atomic Bombshells
Marcela: Unfiltered 