Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
The Juggler

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this son blows dandelion clocks
to tell tomorrow's hours

and burns the moment laid down
by the wind of birthday candles
trailing across mountains
where lupines bloom

this is the child born of champagne
bubbles rising through his eyes
behind the flutter of moths

he runs through a picture of sand dunes
hands outstretched to capture castles
that ebb with the tide

he carries a weight of flame in his hands
and swallows the ink painted on walls
sends it out from his mouth
in a lyric lighter than smoke

Joanna M. Weston, married, with three sons and two cats, lives on Vancouver Island and is a full-time writer of poetry, short stories, and poetry reviews. She has published internationally in journals (print and online) and anthologies and has two middle readers, The Willow Tree Girl and Those Blue Shoes, in print.

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