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Over the snow
Warm light after a winter wideness.
I keep walking down the street, plowing softly,
each lit window a church bell melody.
An unmade god lives under the new snow.
Our city was built on a chess board, -
To Desire the Godess
The methodology of beauty: -
The Metronome
I am terrified of what it means to be alive,
terrified of the queasy absurdity of living,
the spring-flower-hot-oil rhythm of life.
Trilling along a relentless number-line, -
Lampshades
Your persistent algebra tears me from myself.
After our kiss, my creaking timbers were finally composed.
I've been waiting for a secret knowing.
Under the covers, warm and full of light, it came to me: -
New day
We are made of flesh:
pink and unseen.
Hands pressed together in prayer, -
Pink and red
Your lips are pink. I can’t tell if it’s lipstick or love.
I am frowning, halted, playing hopscotch with my breath,
Loves
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Thoughts on a Sunset
It’s moments like these I wish would never end.
The sky would never fade into the dark.
The sea would never storm.
The news would never catastrophize,
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Roads & Rails
Sometimes,
they think the forests must have been constructed,
around the railroad.
That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,
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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
