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softness
i could fit in any boot
now i fill soles like thick snow
how lovely it is!
i am as soft as the love that surrounds me
i am as soft as the ground
i'm softer than i was before
slowing and staring
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hardcore crushing
what do the wings write, light in the sky
tales told to the whistling, empty guy
stellar moon that turns eyes hibiscus pink
darling dark hair, shining star, who slips his hand away in the morning
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what you sing
reminds me of crows billowing, in the middle of the day when I can see their wings
of snow and christmastime, falling bright orange or blue, covering shadows
watching it all from up high
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Change O’Clock
lately i miss owls
the mountains grumble and grow, pushing up around pumpkin shards and lost dreams
who i want to be
who i’m becoming
i feel like a dusty yellow pear
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Girl Why Him
train marriage
limp white chrysanthemum limbs
bent around the black oiled cables
screeching in rattling orbit until final ends
when the dog barks at the falling train
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Field Across From The Pond and Its Inhabitant
midafternoon moon
deer skeleton
rummaging the burned dark remains of an apple tree
fruit thrown 10 feet away
one single alone deer
can't hear my sneeze
i wish i could walk with you
Loves
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When You Are Old
When you are old and too tired to sleep,
Steeping like your lemon tea
In ancient memories and dreams,
I wonder if you’ll think of me.
When your forehead’s deeply linedWith remnants of the tears you cried
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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.
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nameless III
the more of me i see, the less of me i want to be. i feel empty and dreaded and dead inside;
i’m a horn atop a pig’s head;
i still remember dogwood, sitting under my porch;
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Pliocene Morning
There was a collapsed star.
There was light at the very end of a cave.
There was lightning that struck a tree.
There was a baby born
With a slightly bigger skull, one day.
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Final Bow of the Puppets
The humans are out there taking their bows in the light where the world can see.
We are piled up,
cold and immobile on the floor as the green room light fills
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Tell Me I Can Stay
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out