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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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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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Paper Swans
Paper Swans
As the paper swan swims
The wind blows around it
As the paper airplane flies
The rain falls
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Vulnerable love
Crescent moon eyes with cheeks bunched up below
A smile and laugh that creates warm swells
The small moments of interest you show
You ask what I am doing, so I tell.
You tease, I tease back — these moments cherished
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Big City kid
Fifteen years ago I moved
I was two years old
Now I am seventeen
The big city kid
It's hard to believe a town of 44,597
Can be considered a city.
Being a big-city kid
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Love Me Like Fog
love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
