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alien questions that we can't answer
We knew
they existed
before they knew how to stand and walk and breathe.
We sowed
the seeds
of evolution on this bluish-green marble
floating
in this tiny little galaxy they've named candy bars after.
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life
Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world
Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing
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fairy tale children
slipping out of eyesight
through windows
and out back doors
in the dark of night
with only the stars as witnesses.
slipping through thick forests
carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets
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High Flies The Flag
High flies the flag
Of rainbow equality
Red, orange, yellow
We chant, chant, chant
Purple fingers clasp blue
As we chant, chant, chant
High flies the flag
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hoping she understands
hoping she understands
that poem was a little hasty
i don't even know if she knows
how she feels
about me
hoping she understands
why i blush every time her name is mentioned
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City in the Rain
my feet carried me through
the crowded streets of
new york city, where everyone is
constantly jostling to be noticed, for space,
for a chance in the bright white spotlight of fame.
but in new york city, everything is
Loves
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child
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Empty Nests
Tell me we'll be ten forever
and I'll ride my scooter to your house
every day, and never learn
not to trip over the crack on your driveway.
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A Slice of Summer
The first bite of watermelon
brings back the crash of the tides
waves of sweet, cold sea foam
spraying onto gleaming skin
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migration
i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free.
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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