Hi there. Saturday afternoon...just took a much-needed nap. I was looking at some old poems and writings and laughing to myself...in person, I'm really a lot more grounded than I appear on this blog, ha. Quiet a lot these days. Ah, well. I suppose the heart and the head don't always meet in the middle. Hope you have a good weekend, and you find what you seek. Much love to you, C.A.
Milk Carton
Proof of life:
Tangled hair, twisted throw.
The animal and I,
We wake.
Strange captor calls from the
Family.
Now, stretching. True, I'm no brow-beauty.
Some other missing girl will
Bring the ransom
Home.
She'll be a longer living wall fly.
Some say she'll stick.
Ground coffee, look here, I make the black
Law. I admit, it's a little
Strong.
Call the shepherds. They know
Blood.
Find the sign,
The lost shoe,
The search team, the one
Phone call,
The right or wrong
Words. Relatives know how to make a
Deal. Someone finds a bad sock,
A trace.
Hero, empty or full, don't forget the suit
case.
C.A. MacConnell
