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Dear Mother
Dear Mother,
I have missed you these past few months.
Where did you go?
I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls.
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What Does It Take to See?
What does it take to see the dandelions blooming in the spring, yellow manes bobbing in the wind?
What does it take to see the sun slanting through the windows, to hear the tree frog's chorus in the night?
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A Tree
I talked to a tree just the other day, I was walking past and it did say,
Well, what are you?Just a traveler.
But what are you?
Why, a human, of course, you didn’t know?
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Growing Up
She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.
How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.
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Snow Does Something Magical
Snow does something magical, I think;
Creating a blank skate, can I start over now?
It fuels first loves, the paths criss-crossing in a storm, a blizzard that lingers in the memories.
Loves
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The Girl and the Sky
A little girl looked up to the sky
“So big and far away, it’s like that, why?
I don’t know why you are
The way that you are
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We Grew Trees From Our Bones
At dusk, the city climbs into trees. Streetlights fold into branches; apartments blink like nesting owls. Commuters dangle from vines in tailored suits, sipping moonlight through trembling leaves. You knock on my bark-body, and I let you in.
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Remember
Remember
Even though the world is in a giant knot
Tightening and restricting
Coiling and controlling
We still have flowers
We still have beaches
We still smile and laugh
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Who will speak at the earth’s funeral?
Even if was never
About legacy
Your memory
Cannot mean nothing
Your family
Should remember you
And admittedly
No matter what we say
This
Is true.
So whoWill speak
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pain of indifference
At the hurl of a storm, the tree collapses.
Stagnant from then on, broken. Such an easy thing to be.
In the unpredicted wind, it sways
back and forth on its trunk, tendons straining
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Nine Lives
If I had nine lives, I would spend the first one jumping from a tall mountain, the wind in my hair, and filling my lungs, the full feeling of freedom. After that, maybe I'd find peace and wouldn’t fear the mountains.