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Skyward
I rest on
The stiff wooden bench
With a view of the lake.
I scroll on my phone,
Oblivious.
I then look to the heavens,
But see little there,
Just endless ribbons of cloud
Strung over blue.
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Spinning
Around and around,
Plunging downward,
Soaring.
Floating,
Just for a moment.
A bird,
Lost in ecstasy,
Unaware of the coming end.
Slowing, drifting down,
We stop.
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Trapped
I hear about all the things he does,
But what can I do?
Signs,
Bumper stickers,
Voices,
Celebrate the end.
For democracy,
Our country,
Ukraine,
the LGBTQIA2+ community,
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Forgotten
Whisked away,
In a dark unknown.
Long fingers pull us out.
Scrutinize.
We’re unlaced,
Laced again,
Step by step we thud against the ground.
White turns to gray,
Soles become worn,
Loves
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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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Forgotten
Whisked away,
In a dark unknown.
Long fingers pull us out.
Scrutinize.
We’re unlaced,
Laced again,
Step by step we thud against the ground.
White turns to gray,
Soles become worn,
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The Hat
One day
I crocheted a hat
I don’t really know
Why
or
When
But the hat became
A constant companion.
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The Spider in the Shower
There’s a spider in the shower,
It showed up there today,
It’s in the corner
Where wallpaper meets wallpaper meets wallpaper
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After the Ballots
When the echoes of voices have softened their sound,
And the campaign signs come down from the ground,
We’re left in the quiet, in the soft light of dawn,
To mend what is fractured, to carry on.