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remember not understanding what red white and blue meant
america is a kindergartner with her hair in pigtails. her
eyes are bright blue & curious. she wants to know the answers
to everything and she can't understand why
no one will tell her.
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crawdad song
you get a line & i'll get a pole
honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get
your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get
your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,
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it's the end of the world
and the beginning --
don't blow it.
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on knowing people whose first language is not this one
speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word
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Last Dream About Camp
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,
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sleepaway #2
birdsong woke us at five a.m., the washed-out dawn
altogether too bright. wake-up bugle wasn't til eight, time spent
rolling over and over listening to the screen doors slam.
Loves
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It feels as though so much has changed and yet
The tides still ebb
The sun still rises
The trees still grow
My curls are longer now.
We have a new president new governorsDifferent colors speckling made up maps
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Life goes on
it was bound to happen eventually
the death of a best friend
but now
now is a bad time
on hannukkah
what kind of a miracle is that?
now im miserable
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I still
So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah
And there are still cops
Outside the synagogue
And there are still people who look at us
With murder in their eyes
And there are still shootings
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Freedom
when i was thirteen i held a wrapper in my hand
covered in red white and blue lettering
a tribute to the land you once loved dearly -
I Will Love You Forever
I went to work the day after they announced it. I stocked the shelves and listened to the radio from the speakers in the warehouse ceilings. Cars were piling up at the exits, trying to get out of town.
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To Give
I will be someday,
gone,
that is.
When I am,
I hope the pine needles still grow thick
covered thick
with snow.