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My Faith
I’ve never been religious much —
My Faith is in the trees.
The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.
And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —
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Slaughter Day — Nov. 6
I didn’t get out of bed this morning for twenty minutes
Lying in the dark in hopeful ignorance
Then I see my mother in the hall and I’m six years old again —
She has bad news —
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A Bridge
I think I live upon a bridge
I’m too afraid to cross.
I’ve set up camp for the time being
(Now so much time’s been lost.)
The water’s too far down to drink
And the fish are out of reach.
Loves
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Perfect
Perfect, as golden long hair and light blue eyes
perfect, as a light complexion, as she is as graceful as a bird flies.
perfect, as cute as a doll.
But this, may not be perfect for some at all. -
la mer et l'amour
Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising.
The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.
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Spoke Up
I jump in my friend's car.
It's filled basically to the brim.
The area is small and compact.
How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?
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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
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fighter
I've never been much of a fighter.
I take hits like glass takes baseballs
like fire takes to rain.
Glass breaks and fire goes out.
I've never been much of a fighter.
A retaliator, resister
