By Penny Wilkes
They travel through you.
Some tease and tickle brain cells or trick you unaware.
A few move in and out of the mind’s pocket.
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Others paddle and float in the bloodstream
then vacation into the heart to stay.
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A breath reveals those who flutter in the lungs.
Many from afar reside in hibiscus blossoms, a tulip or rose.
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When a tree branch brushes a hand, you’ll know who’s there.
A trickle of water or wave roll calls them to mind.
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A lemon’s scent or a phantom hand on the shoulder brings a hug of breeze
There. Always there.
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As sun blends a spark of memory with tangerine sky,
a chuckle sounds into the sea with a flash of green.
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A rustle of wings returns those elevated to another plane.
Still they remain. There. Always there.
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Penny Wilkes served as a science editor, travel and nature writer and columnist. Along with short stories, her features on humour and animal behavior have appeared in a variety of publications. She has published an anthology of short stories, Seven Smooth Stones. Her poetry collections include: Whispers from the Land, In Spite of War, and Flying Lessons. She publishes a daily blog on The Write Life:http://penjaminswriteway.blogspot.com/.
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