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Fourth Day of Sun (Her Someday Has Come)
In the prior Autumn, the air smelled of leaf carcasses
and her abundant unused potential.
In efforts to cope she wrote of downpours,
breakup boots, and predicted wasted experiences. -
An Afternoon Moon
Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,
there is a small island in a
pond shaped like a boomerang.
When I tilt my chin to the heavens,
I wonder which foolish god
threw it to this barren part of earth?
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Cowboy, Come Home
He is a toy cowboy on a horse
and is dragged off into the sunset
while my stuffed bunny heart
waits in the backdrop to be held.
Our God is the small Girl who hides
under beds when yelling strikes.
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Rest Now, Carriage Horse
You do not have to walk with troubles, nor carry the burden of those who abused you through sweltering heat and bruised winters. You will not be a worker, but an earthen animal. A purpose is found in your abundant freedom.
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On God's God
When You told me You believed in god
I could not help but gawk at the thought.
In Your eyes, we are the will of our fates,
and I choose the word “fate” cautiously. -
It Will Come Again
It will walk in through the door: insistent like a robber, but passive like a hungry, distant son.
Loves
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Spooky Season
When the air is crisp,
with a chilly breeze,
fall puts a spell on me.
The leaves fall in a wisp,
as an artist weaves-
a portrait of the fiery sea.
Though, it’s not February,
love seeps through the air.
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Things to remember, pt. 1
You are not a number.
You are not a letter.
You are not something that can be
measured
on a scale
with a beginning
and an end
more or less and -
My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,
plants that we never water
but are somehow still alive.
Its island is littered with junk mail,
different types of olive oil,
stray flakes of salt,
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Sisters of the Land
In most stories, there’s only two sides.
Though, that is not the case here.
Four sisters, rule the land side by side.
The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.
As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,
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A Forever of Tomorrows
Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel.
The moment you first felt alive.
It was night,
and you felt the burden of the world on your shoulders,
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Winter & Her Long Reign
When the Summer dies,
Fall begins to descend,
onto the beloved land.
With no words, and no ties-
Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.
Leaving nothing to mend.
Deep into the cruel season,