Season of Changes
Season of Changes
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                    by Le Hinton
only if your ears manage to maneuver
at high frequencies will you taste
the major and minor transformations that fly
through micro-seconds
and the mini revolutions of the heart
nearly invisible to the fully clad eye.
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it is never simply one change
it is never solely one season
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a Christmas toy soldier found face down
in the mud in October
shares the same genetic fears
with orphaned marshmallow bunnies
who somehow survived small game season
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they miss their mommies
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Grandpa read every word
in eight different Bibles
in five different states
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grace wasn’t one of them
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simple he said
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every word that cousin Matthew
sings
rings right
even for the left-handed non-believers
with attention deficit disorders of the soul
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5 and 6 are all one needs to know
the rest of the alphabet is superfluous
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but if you read the great literature
from the bottom up or
across a couple continents
you will learn
that neither Helen nor Beatrice
is the girl for you
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and despite the good and plenty in the Good Book,
God is not the woman of your dreams either
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but that saint you kissed last week
while the yellow leaves swirled all around
may be the one to help you avoid annulment
in this winter of white ice roses
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but remember the last holy kisses
from the preceding consecrated lips
broke your crystal spirit in three places
before you had a chance to open
any presents of your own
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so perhaps hibernating
in a snow bank built for one
is the last best option
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so sleep in heavenly peace