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Moving
I’m moving.
I’ve found a little place in the Past,
It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear,
And things aren’t working out Here,
So I’m settling for memories.
It’s temporary, I know,
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It Begins
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
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Nail Polish at Midnight
I painted my nails blue
because I couldn’t think what else to doto stop myself from thinking of you.
I didn’t realize until they dried,
it was the very color of your eyes:
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Loves
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The Song of the Hills
The trees
lightly dance in the
cold
winter air,
the birds sing a song
like a choir the sound
echoes on tops of hills
enlightening the day,
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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
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them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
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You
What if you were
just
a thought,
an idea,
a possibility,
a thing floating
with nowhere to
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Come and See
Your God is not my God. Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.
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Polaroid
I remember taking Polaroids with you
In the driveway of the house you’ve now sold
On a grey afternoon that looked like night
In the photos. We’d wait impatiently
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too far to hold
I catch a glimpse.
from afar,
the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight
his expression unreadable,
as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul.