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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
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The Ever-Blossoming Tree
I’m sitting beneath a tree,
Tangled
In the roots,
My fingers gripping those
Of each soil-soaked tendril
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
Loves
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A Sentence of Hope
Hate will swallow much in darkness;
But hope
will banish the darkness with light
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Summer Camp
The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.
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Do you see the world as a poem
Do the see the world as a poem
Do you see it like I do?
Do the words slip through your fingers
Do they slip before you can open your eyes?
Do they slip like I did
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She Used To Come
It was like your second cousin,
the one who stopped coming
to Thanksgiving
most of the time
but shows up sometimes
and you remember a picture
of her holding baby you
with blond curls and energy always
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