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how the wind blows over the river
how the wind blows over the river
quite a curious thing, isn’t it,
the way the water rolls in time
with the wind’s hushed music
that echoes
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Definition
in (prefix):
not
(not what?
not right, not here,
not true, not what?
come on,
dictionary,
be specific.)
subordinate (adjective):
placed in,
or occupying
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suicidal robin
robin,
oh robin,
do you hear the window scream
each time your sunshine-tipped beak
tries to kill its silvery panes?
robin,
oh robin,
do you see the tiny cracks spiderwebbing,
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eclipse
the moon's silvery-gray hair
falls in shadows across her face
her pupils waxing and waning
straining
to catch a glimpse of her girl,
her beauty, her sunshine
her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth
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April Snows
it is april 4
the official beginning of spring is long past us
vermont was ready for spring before that,
our grayish-green sunlit adirondacks forcing the clouds
to hold in their snow and rain and part
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the snow is falling
the snow is falling
thick
too slow and yet too fast
everything is muffled
sound limited to the soft thumps of trees shaking the snow from their bare arms
i have somehow sunk to my knees
Loves
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Men in Suits
Norman walked briskly through the terminal, gripping his briefcase with white knuckles. The importance of oneself, Norman thought, was defined by the limitations of one’s vision of themselves.
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cutting fruit
the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,
i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking
in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.
fireworks went off in my head as
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on the off-road?
two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains
somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out
some 1999 AAA member's map and said
"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed
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The Ending
I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
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The Genie
If you had a genie in a bottle
and it told you that you could make any 3 wishes
You would not wish for gold
you would not wish for riches
you would not wish for fame.
You would wish for wars to end
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Finders, Keepers - Prologue
"Y-You're really pretty for someone so e-evil," whispers the young sailor as I lay him down on the floor. "S-Such long hair..."
"Shhhhh," I whisper back, bringing a finger to his mouth to shush him. "Don't waste your energy."