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On My Wooden Bench

written by: Heidi Baker



to market at dusk
brown-speckled bananas, organic mints, time
she's locking patio furniture
with a hundred-foot cable
i sit
so humid, clouds, those pink chalk smudges above
hold still
cicadas, tire spokes, boys' foot steps
an orchestra
i inhale pastel petals in wooden crates
solitude lifts my breath
if you were here
i would offer a sip of ginger ale

Heidi Baker

Heidi Baker

Heidi Baker is a second-generation poet and story teller whose writing reflects inner landscapes shaped by journeys of miles and other measures: from Illinois to Arizona, work to home, childhood to adulthood to parenthood. Gentle, imaginative, full of honesty and wonder, her clear writing captures the sacredness of everyday moments. In addition to her growing body of published works, Heidi creates space for other writers, youth and adult, through facilitation of workshops and groups.
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