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Death of the Cat
If curiosity killed the cat, then homo sapiens sapiens is closer to felis catus than humanity would like to admit, which is all the more reason to reach for new frontiers.
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We the Broken, Weary Now
The clock is broken
It stopped ticking a long time ago
stopped counting how much time has passed.
It's an old grandfather clock, oak wood, and sculpted to perfection
carefully crafted by hands
that belonged to men
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Pretty
You’re pretty like sunshine and roses
But also like orchids in moonlight
Like water reflecting the sky
Like tired nights when the wind heaves a sigh
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Somebody
I heard from a guy who told somebody
Bout the deserts dry
And the forests muddy
But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies
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The Flame She Carries
Hope always looks like
something golden and beautiful and bright
but Hope has just fallen
her face streaked with dirt
Loves
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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You Who Gift Me a Smile
For my friend, who
sent me a letter in the mail even though
we see each other every day, just
so she could gift me a card and
a lovely little poem;
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Night and Day
Night loved Day so much,
she folded back her dark, starlit cloak
to make more room for Day’s light to bloom
and spill gold over the World.
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Honey and Tea
Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonadeAfternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night -
The Labyrinth of the Heart
The man stopped, bending over, weeping until his tears seemed to fill a gaping hole in his heart he had not noticed was there.