APRIL 7, 2023 POETRY Leaf Quidditch LORRAINE LAMEY Groundcover contributor The chlorophyll has left the leaves. A zephyr sets the branches waving farewell to their bright or brown denizens. The road ahead drops just right for the tilted pitch of a Seeker’s two-wheeler. My bicycle and I take flight coasting downhill at a hearty speed and with precarious leanings but not so precarious as in years past. We sail among the drifting leaves dancing like sunbeams in and out of my outstretched fingers. I am transfigured with each ascension though my pace and joints evoke the rickety-clickety clack of an early wooden roller coaster hauling a full load to its peak height. The ten minute ascent garners scarcely a two minute ride. Push off, pedal a bit, brakes ready for the all-stop intersection, clear? Then pedal furiously to make up for caution. During each descent, the leaves and wind stream by and slough off another decade from my heart and soul. Weight, worry, and weariness whip behind me. By the fourth ascent, I am ten-years-old again and playing leaf quidditch on my bicycle. In that moment of refulgent joy, a wee brightest yellow sugar maple leaf finds me. Beloved Sinner LORRAINE LAMEY Some days chock full of sin all I can feel is the sun shining clean through inside and back out again. O happy fault, Adam's fall from grace, when the world's made right wrong as it is. GROUNDCOVER NEWS 5 LA SHAWN CARLISLE Groundcover vendor Do not take this piece personal. I had no rehearsal, this is the first draft. I simply am doing what I've done For longer than many do not see or know I am very comfortable with this platform to write my poetry Some may feel or imagine, they are out of place Yet, I do this just because In this, In it, I've not any room for hassles I do not have to run anyone's race My place is right here in this poem I write That is the idea I must feel that I'm at "MY" top Not as a so-called status quo that's been established many days ago To think me as shallow of perceptions most having not one thing to do with "ME" Because they were just straddling "MY" surface It was and is a malfeasance to the deeper "ME" So much more than their own limited views Such limited absurdity This written voice is such a beautiful and true reflection of "MY" abilities with this pen and paper Yet, also inclusive a many testament to this world's tragedies I am also a reflection of true undying human resilience Not just the things done unto "ME" Greater is my life now for it I'm looking forward to the Greatest gift An everlasting life that nothing or anything from or of this world can give to "ME"
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