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January Is an Icicle
The clock was frozen in amber, but now frost creeps up to crack the warm glow. The minute hand trembles, then moves in wistful whirls. The Christmas tree slumps, its shiny tears clinking against the wooden floor.
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Before the World Even Existed
She imagines the universe,
the world suspended in midair.
Before, nothing except possibility even existed.
The Milky Way, Earth, evolution–shimmer and dematerialize.
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A Pablo Neruda Quote
“Qué será mi pobre patria oscura?”
“What will become of my poor, dark country?” - from “Insomnia” by Pablo Neruda
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An Autumn Tree
I don’t care much for this state
but lay me down in the Chesapeake,
during the fall,
and maybe I’ll become an autumn tree.
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It Is Still Summer
It is still summer. Not fall.
Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember.
I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glowed yellow from the sun.
Loves
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Scary
I think it's scary
To have someone
Who has done horrible things
Be in charge of our country
Have power and be in control
I love our world
But it's a mess
I don't want it
To get worse
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Fragments of Heartbreak in Paris
This morning I watched
as someone I love broke their heart.
Over and over,
I watched them wander through the secret streets of Paris,
clumsily holding their heart in their hands. -
Sweater of Me
Songs
of my father’s
belly laughter
flow through the eye
of the needle
and around the loom
with each abdominal contraction.
It reminds me of
home.