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waiting for spring
twenty-five degrees out & the air is sweet
with just enough sun to make it taste like springtime,
& flowers, & the freshness of the world after it rains.
we dance without jackets & twirl in the fading light,
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walk for peace
and if we could all walk with our feet
firm on the ground, feeling the universe, feeling the world
so distant become what nurtures us,
if we could all walk only for a moment
without our hatred, without our grudges,
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the idea of it: a jacket-cover summary
this is what i call "the idea of it" for a play i'm coming up with! it's basically the kind of intriguing summary you'd find on a book's jacket cover haha.
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I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.
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ballerina in a music box
you are a dancer and so you find a way to dance
through everything:
the hallways, gym class, chorus
when we have to stand, white fields, your dance studio,
Loves
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somewhere I cannot go.
She is going somewhere
I can hear it
in the way the house pauses
when she gently glides through it,
as if even the torn walls
are trying to find her. -
An Ode to You
And yes,
you deserve one: you
who has stars in your eyes and
infinity running through your veins;
you, whose heart becomes so heavy
with the sunrise that you
will always pick up a pen and
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Once, I Worshipped
I was small and stained with summer
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid -
"there's this guy..."
there's this guy
funny
smart
athletic
shorter than me though
i've known him awhile
since third grade when i came to our small school
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Epistle by Donald Trump to the Angels
I first began in the business of selling people when I sold a strange man in Jerusalem that I did not like for thirty silver pieces. Swaths of people flocked after him down into the precipice of the market.
