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He waits each year
For that one week of the summer
Where he can feel freeAnd finally be himself
Kin among kinFinding safety in their differences
He watches the young ones -
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Bus ride
Riding down the winding mountain trail
In an uncomfortable school busListening to Stevie Wonder
While laughing as we fall out of our seats
From the impact of each pothole -
Sunset
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my headPlaying on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers bloomingIn the garden near my favorite picnic table
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After the rain
Humid air drifts through the streets
Carrying the scent of damp leaves
The birds sing songs of joy
While gathering food for their young
Flowers begin to sprout among the grass and moss
Loves
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learned defeat
sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like
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comforting
Familiar is this earthly language, these archives full to the brim.
It must be how the world got magic, these rhymes of life and limb. -
Ode to the Simply Whimsical and the Unnecessarily Dramatic
Ode to those that make life into gold
that bring us some sparkle as we grow old
Ode to the places, friends, and small things
to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring
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Fall
Fall is here and I fight nostalgia with every step
I am falling into the colored leaves like a child with crayons filled them in
The slightest cool breeze knocks me over
I love this time of year
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If Only I Could Hug the Stars
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
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The walls I built up
Every time you try to get close, I push you away...
Every time you ask if I'm alright I don't know what to say...
I'm always saying sorry even if it's not my fault...