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Evenings
Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels. -
Patriot
I am a patriot and a proud American, and nothing will change that
I will never cease to believe in the idea of America and the potential this nation holds
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Sentence
No matter what, it will get better.
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Small Child, Big Sandbox
Small child, big Sandbox
The bench tied to the big dog
Big kids digging a hole to China
Little cousins drinking from the sprinkler
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Awe
The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.
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River alternative ending
Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.
Loves
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Evenings
Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels. -
the man the sea forgot.
I saw the waves
crash over the sand
where you once sat.Your ashes sink
into the waters
you once sailed.Others desecrate
the land
you once found holy. -
If dogs were free
If dogs were free
If dogs were free, what would they do?
Run for office? Form a chewing shoe coup?
Would they frolic with purpose, protest with glee,
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A Half-Satirical Attempt At Explaining What It Feels Like to Attempt to Bargain With Time
Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.
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The East Wind
The East Wind is a rabbi in a darkened shul. He sits pored over the Torah scroll long into the night, his back bent like a cane. People come and go and come again, whispering prayers for the needy, the hungry, the sick.
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Awe
The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.