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CELEBRATING CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT BAYLOR SINCE 1966

Periaktoi Writing Post

Volume 53
Issue 2

Single Visual Art Post

  • Poetry
Turquoise
Gracen Ford

 

Turquoise

In this memory you are laughing.

Pink faced with your head thrown back.

Eyes closed and mouth unleashing a baboon howl.

These sounds, like a jungle in our kitchen

. The joke so funny you repeat it again and again, inviting us to come along.

A radiant parrot calling her young to the untamed abundance.

The rest of the family is finished,

But you keep the jungle alive, your baseball cap like a headdress.

I wish I could live at that table you set,

Where the monkey and sloth are refreshed by a monsoon of joy.

Deadlines, drama, debates disappear.

You persevere, even when a tiger attacks or dishes pile high, souring.

Then your blue eyes dance as the apple pie reaches our noses.

I twirl chant after you like Mowgli follows the bear.

I love you.

Your wonder shields me like the protection of a turquoise stone.