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OBSERVATIONS #18 – 12.24.24

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  • Call – Color Feel
  • Response – I Must Do To Be
  • By – Mimi Peterson

I Must Do To Be

I must do to be, Things move, change waits, Words interrupt, hands interpret, Bodies heal, thoughts roam.

Before you, after me, Sands drift to form dunes and valleys, Swirling shapes shift with times motion, And like water, are not silent.

Obedient children must speak, They play guard over brown uneven shorelines, Knowing that the thirsty lake will erase their scribbles, Collapse their grand castles.

Like children, build your castles and towns, Champion seagull feathers as flags, Stacked pebbles stand for people, Shards of glass and plastic mingle with wood, Relics all, like children’s liquid laughter, anticipate change.

I am the child.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Mimi Peterson 12.24.2024

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