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Rome
The Romans were made of marble.
With the heavenly grace of carved muscles and pride,
they equated Divine Providence with bureaucracy.
Each empire has its own currency,
it's own series of sacred faces -
Her Constellations
The light was soft, painfully soft. The exquisite gold of the sunrise muffled our passion. I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, regarding her own reflection in the lake with clinical poise. -
Bangkok
Sweat soaked and delirious in unflattering khaki, I smell durian:
the notorious stink of custard, sweet side alleys, and jungle sunset,
Tourists dream of cheap cloth and translators, -
Hocus Pocus
Through my astrolabe I see the universe’s concentric squares.
My longing keeps me captive and sacred in God’s incomprehensible geometry. -
Fleeting Fire
Metal to metal; sweating and sea ready,
he mends his boat.
We drive through the blue shipyard,
listening to Christmas carols.
Dusk is quiet like the sunset was, -
Vacation
What I remember most about France was the sun. Even though we visited during a time of historic storms, it glared.
In June of 2016, Paris flooded.
You wouldn't believe how green the hills were.
Brexit,
Loves
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A Fork In The Road
When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home?
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child
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The To-Do List of a Rising Senior
- email admissions counselor
- make common app account
- july 8 AP scores
- learn after effects
- saturday lead tiger class
- 10 assignment/wk gov; 6 assignment/wk econ
- pick up hospital badge and parking pa
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migration
i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free.
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cutting fruit
the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,
i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking
in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.
fireworks went off in my head as
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on the off-road?
two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains
somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out
some 1999 AAA member's map and said
"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed