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  Hearing “Yes!” ~ Hearing “yes”  is a funny thing. ~~ The sound first sizzles on your tongue like those candy Pop Rocks, ~ next, dissolves into nothing  but sweetness ~~ “Yes” settles somewhere deep down, not in, but near, your heart  ~~~ who is already thumping “What’s next, what’s next, ~~~ what’s next?”

Morning Catch The western sky teals before sunrise the water breaks   World, now upside down reveals, calm sea the water stills Upward, my eye peels, as if a dolphin the water bursts   My body rises, my body feels stars slip  the water grey away.

  Am I a Buddhist? (Alternative title: Why We Go To the Theater) ~ ”Is this seat taken?” Judy smiles, says no and my affection for her blooms over the terrible time she’s having arranging her coat.  “Maybe you can put it over your legs, like a blanket?” I offer  in spite of my earnest hope only moments before to engage with no one and nothing and sit in a dark theater like a chair. ~ ———-/—/——————— I was thinking, what if the daisy bush knows from the time she’s a seed, the same way her mother knows from the time she’s a seed and her mother before that, that the morning glory seed would be planted next to her and would be in need of a way up? ~ By the end of the play I  cherish Judy how her stories spiral, unfurl double back upon one another and twist the details into plaits she arranges across families across times. Her son, his wife Her mother, her husbands father, A daughter, a grandchild, thirteen, six, birth, now. She’ll be one hundred in 2044 a mere nineteen ye...