Posts
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Winter
Was it light in the morning,
when the fog was thick on the water,
and the world was cracking its eyelids at the dawn?
Did the thin layers of ice persuade you?
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End Zone
Repair the world,
pull off the patterned papers.
Leave the walls all bare and empty,
no toll, free entry.
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Gray October Rain
Leaves fallen, trod upon,
whisper of discarded dreams
as they crack
under your weight.
It’s your world
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Behind the Perfect Imperfections
Behind the walls,
behind the fences.
Behind the perfect,
the imperfections.
Swallow my pride,
I am not
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Now is a tree
Now is a tree,
a place that is made of history.
Feel with your fingers
for lines etched in the bark,
the future is there
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Loves
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Poetry Club Meeting (Rm 222, Dec. 4)
Words scatter
don’t scare them away
we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather
again
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Growing
I try never to forget,
I'm the greatest project,
I'll ever work on.
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We are made for each other,
Just not in this lifetime.
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rufus, rutilus, cardinalis, rubidus
If I could find a color that I felt adequately described the bright bulbs outside my window, clinging to the branches of a tree I have never seen bloom, I would not use it
Some words have no place being written —
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After the fifth day of November
note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese"
and for my mom
i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.
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