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Ode to Frivolous Daydreams
Daydreaming of writing
About the stars
With beach grass blowing
Around my face and
The smell of the sea tickling
My nose, watching
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We Bleed Pink and Hold the World in Our Hands
We are not the daughters
Of mother earth, but
Her sisters;
Each morning we rise and
Watch the dawn
Of the new day sparkle
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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Butterfly Glitter
The sun's glitter and
soft kisses from butterflies;
My heart fluttering.
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My Morning of Dancing in the Rain
I felt pretty this morning, and
Danced around the room to
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
In my skirt and polo, and
Tried to brush my hair while still
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A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining
When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
Loves
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Starbathing
New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
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We the People Are the Fixers
“We the people”
Encapsulates everyone.
Not those of a certain party
Not those of a certain race
Not those of a certain background
It was purposefully written
To include everyone.
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sukkot
and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply
bursting with food, we are overflowing,
uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can