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it's an adventure
my best friend
lives up the street from me
today is sunday
at one pm we'll meet up,
go chasing after the tantalizing jingle
that roams our neighborhood every weekend,
announcing cold sugary treats,
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summer ramblings
the horizon blurs into a mess of golden dots
half-glowing in the early sunset, and
the shoreline into greenish brown, swaying
slightly and I can't tell if it's the long grass in the breeze or the angle I'm at
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Delights
Ross Gay, a famed poet and essayist whose works include Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude and Bringing The Shovel Down, is known for his essayettes of delights, compiled in The Book of Delights and The Book of More De
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joy
summer awakens that joy in me
not the kind
people attempt to attribute to poetry
(go read some poems,
idiots,
go find out that poets
aren't always joyful,
go discover that sadness
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Perfumed Lilacs and High-Fiving Trees
Today was the first time I've gone biking in the morning — the proper morning, when the sun is light on your shoulders and the neighborhood is waking up, bursting with birdsong and the not-so-harmonious orchestra of barking dogs — and it was wonde
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Loves
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The gift of life
From the moment we are born
We are given a gift
And at first we don't realize it
As children we think less about the why and the how
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Pluvia
Time seems to move slower when it rains
Cars hesitate before they turn
Bird wings lag as raindrops batter their feathers
The world seems small and heavy
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Good news
I don't want the cold hallways,
their chill seeping underneath
my thin regulation gown and settling in my bones.
I don't want the nurses,
with their tight, sympathetic smiles
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February 21st
I remember she smelled like cheap canned beer and Ajax dish soap;
Like that industrial elevator onto McClure 4, with the rainbow carpet walls sticking to its skeleton. -
Don't Be Afraid
Child, your future is best left unspoiled, so I may be too vague, or not vague enough. Don’t be afraid of the contents within this letter . . .
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An Ode to Dogs
A long, slim ball of English cream
curls up against the velvety crimson stairs,
like an entity of white against maroon.
His ears perk up as I amble closer,