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SLOW DOWN ©By Russ





Sitting in the quiet of my porch, looking up at the pale moon, high in a sun lit sky. Canned laughter comes from inside the house, as Em sits with her glass of wine, laughing, and unwinding from her day at work. Silence is again broken by the rustling of leaves, a sweet trill of a bird, which does for me that self-same task. A bright colored bird tugs a plum from the tree and I hear it plop wetly in the dirt. Angry voices rising from the lane, where it turns back on itself, just behind our house. As the wailing cry of a frightened child rises up through the trees, another voice, a quiet voice whispers in my ear, saying: ‘Slow down, slow down, take another look around......there’s another way to see’. Ancient memories begin their rise from deep within and another frightened child, awakens frightened, and starts to join in. And again a voice whispers softly into my ear; ‘Slow down, slow down, take another look around......there’s another way to see. A trio of doves land softly on leaf covered earth, pecking at specks too tiny to see, oblivious to the unhappy sounds that fill the air and tug at my heart. A single engined plane drones high over head. An orange and white cat gently bites at my arm, as if to say;Slow down, slow down take another look around.....there’s another way to see. And I reach down, scratch his chin, comforting both him and that small child within me.

Russ....7-8-98





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