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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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Creation
Before there was a bud preparing to breach what was not
Before one had to swim through the aether
Before the everlasting Eclipse shrouded all.
The flower brakes through demanding water and life
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the girl i met at camp
front lawns
frogs
crochet projects
and tears
bring mind to your
fairytale girl
she laughs like a poet would (and does)
and moves my fingers
on the ukulele strings
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hanukkah miracles
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
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I still
So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah
And there are still cops
Outside the synagogue
And there are still people who look at us
With murder in their eyes
And there are still shootings
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The Season of Figments
Perhaps Autumn is the season of figments. When what’s real is hidden behind mountains of fog. It is a time when what isn’t dances perilously close to what is. The same way the burning leaves that fall, perform their final reel with the wind.
