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Tree in the Early Mourning
Oh, look at the leaves.
Look at how they cry.
Look at how they tremble,
Fragmenting the sky.
Look at how they remember
autumn breeze
and autumn nights.
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Things To Tell My Younger Self
Your home will be forever changing. Your life will not be measured by the dents in a wall, or the pictures on the ceilings. You will not have a childhood best friend.
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Crusty Child
Crusty child,
rub your dry eyes,
flap your birdlike limbs,
stare with an open mouth.
Are you hungry?
Are you sad?
Are you tired of being a crusty child?
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Ugandan Evenings
Pale peach fading
Into hazy blue sky
Backdropped against lush greenery
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Revelation/Revitalization
And it was at that time…poetry arrived.
Or rather,
I fell into it.
Idly turning pages,
lips mindlessly mouthing words,
transcribing sounds into sentences.
From mud it called me.
Loves
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Rain Running
My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.
This morning before the other humans had stirred,
I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,
and saw the irresistible rain.
Now my watch doesn't tell the date.
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.
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