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The Halo of Beginnings
I remember sitting
In my mom’s lap,
Her arms curled around me,
The rocking chair creaking slightly
In the breeze of her love,
Swayed and lulled by a sea
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The Song-Stoked Fire
Smoke curls into the air,
Twirling,
One thread dipping another,
A slow waltz
With some quick steps to spark
The band,
A careful orchestra
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A Fraction of Infinity
I think our world knows
How easily we’re overwhelmed,
How quickly tiny scrapes
Can become full-blown scars,
How we need seven good comments
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Our Own Stained Glass
Fall often
Stains our world brown,
Leaves the color
Of an old ruddy gold,
Their tips dry,
Crinkling with the cold
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Bridges Flushed with Fate
I stare up,
Up at the sky,
At the vast open blue,
The only limit
My perspective,
With lenses ready
To sail me into the dark,
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Parallel to the Sky
Slender limbs fan out,
Parallel to the sky
Instead of reaching,
Wanting to be the open blue,
Accepting that
Though the tree will never
Loves
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Lost
I’m not sure which is worse, having my hair torn out everyday and markers drawing ‘makeup’ on my face, having a dog chew on my arm and a toddler chew on my leg.
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Cloud
Floating in the sky
Like white fluid still in time
But moves in slow grace
Swirled with a brush by an oil painter
Yet sculpted with regality of wood
A whisper full of substance
An illusion of support
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We Are All Made From Each Other.
I am out at night because I can’t stand myself.
People are milling on the street. Nobody looks at me. They all look at each other as they pass, and the lights decorate their faces to be tall and luminous.
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Stuffed Animals from the Old House
William doesn’t talk to us anymore.
He left us in the closet when he moved out of the house.
Time tears at our gentle fabric skin.
William won’t let us go in his head.