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My Head Cold
My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill
Tells me:
‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’
Tells me:
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where i keep my heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
And sew it into pillows,
Hide it in sunsets, -
Sea, Stars, and Philosophy
Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,
nestle between each grain and wait
for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how
the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things
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The Rafters
Remember the old A-shaped house?
The one with the castle downstairs
And the spell around it?
It's empty now.
Did you know that?
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Observations on a Walk
I took a walk
through my neighborhood
just like any other walk,
but I noticed so many things.
The plum blossoms in shades of
white and pink were blooming
in the trees along the sidewalk.