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Chasing Amazing Things
She wanted amazing things
so she ran towards the sunset
thinking she could grasp the shining light in her hands
and hold it forever
forever.
She found herself on a cliff
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Thermometers and Laughter and Showing Up
The days I wake up
and fall asleep
and move through the world
tired and clumsy,
it is hard to know the truths
of what I am grateful for.
Those days,
I am grateful not for winter,
Loves
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second snow
this isn't the first snow - it isn't
the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing
hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,
which, eventually, it did
melting the frosty road beneath it
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When?
Dramatically striking a pose in the mirror,
This is me
today.
Where will I be this time tomorrow,
And where will my feet have taken me?
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Winter Rain
Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.
He comes quietly, night after night,
soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.
He rolls over, and over, stretching
