barbara foster schutz

Will there be a breeze in heaven?
And if there is, will skinless souls still
Feel the zephyr’s gentle touch?
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No line will hold,
meant to divide.
Between youth and age
there is slippage.
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Putting
on youth so timidly,
the awkward hickory limbs bud and burst,
tremble to an uncertain green;
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There is always a corner that
harbors dust.
No need to search; it will collect
and make itself a force
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Linger, rose.
Do not waste your scent
Upon the careless breeze
or give your heart
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Beauty, to be, must be whole,
contained within boundaries
like a grape within its skin.
And it must have a backdrop
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Whistle down the chimney, wind!
Wrap your arms around the walls
and make them groan in your embrace.
Challenge every window pane
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That little dart
you sent my way -
It pricked my heart - brought pain.
No blood was spilled,
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Having spent my last penny
of self-pity,
I am bereft,
turned inside out
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Let's hear it for the good martini.
I like it better than zucchini;
and surely so would G. Puccini,
before he ate his fettucine!
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The sun, with quiet strength, rose yet again
to place a crown of gold
on every head within its realm.
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I eat a cherry in one bite,
dismiss the stem, the pit,
and do not think about
the tree that grew to fruitfulness,
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He spread his importance
like a princely cape
across her path,
intended she should notice
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Grow some roots
against strong winds,
persistent tides,
but know that
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