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Fred J. Calef (III)


Quincy, MA, US

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Feeding You Strawberries


Fred J. Calef (III)

In a poorly lit room
me sitting in a chair
you sitting on a pillow
on the floor
lean back tilting
your head into
my lap supported by
my hand at the back
of your neck
careful to have
removed the stem
let you
sample the juicy
strawberry skin then
pull back slow
watch your eyes
open but remain reclined
waiting for me to lower it
once again into
your open mouth
I do and
you are full

Shaolin & Tree


Fred J. Calef (III)

Deep in the known forest
Stands Tree
Resilient, enduring
Watching over the forest
ever observing
absorbing the knowledge
That passes under the limbs
Flies through the air
Swirls around the roots
Sensitive to the temperature and pressure
of the undergrowth and canopy
Passing through the foliage
Walks Shao-lin
Rippling, fluid
Feeling the energy in the forest
ever harnessing
its strength
ever exploiting
its weakness
Conscious of the change
with every leaf crushed
Twig snapped
Animal hunted
At times nasty
Shao-lin rakes its claws deep into Trees trunk
Or chews on Tree's limbs
Tree will mischievously shake a sleeping Shao-lin from a limb
At times kind
Shao-lin tells Tree about the places beyond the forest
Tree will shade Shao-lin from the sun and lay down
a blanket of soft leaves
At times pondering
Tree will try to move and stalk prey
Shao-lin will stand still and watch the forest breath with life
Once in awhile
Eagle glides over their wide eyes and limbs
That night
Shao-lin & Tree will dream
of flying

Dream of the White Turtle


Fred J. Calef (III)

Taken from the womb of beach sand
Directly into the sterile scientific world
To see if you could remember
The place of your origin

For fun
The scientists put you into a plastic poison
A PVC nightmare of tubes, pods,
Vents and portals self consuming
Held in this white dessicated pool of forced salinity
Your shell has grown white from lack of natural contact

They pull you from your 'home'
Efficiently drag you through
The narrow hallways scraping your fins
Down stairwells and through too thin doorways
And place you into another watery sarcophagas

This one is monitored for every variable
Of 'natural' change
As they pour sand and sea
From your birthing ground
Through a pinholed vent

They are attentive to the gauges
For changes in temperature, pressure, motion
Anything to prove thier prophecies<

But besides a few futile attempts
To tear through the grate
They ignore the change in salinity...