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A Sestina
Somewhere in the summer sun,
Where dandelions dance and sing
Along with the bluebird’s lonesome cry,
Alone, you’ll find me, lying there
Between the grass seed and maple leaves,
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A Question, a Cry
What
is this, this viscous liquid I’m drowning in, something dark and opaque, I cannot breathe—
What is
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I Stand
Slowly,
I stand,
simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly
stammering silly sayings,
smiling at the shining sky.
Solemnly,I sit,
in the scenes of September, singing
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Moving
I’m moving.
I’ve found a little place in the Past,
It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear,
And things aren’t working out Here,
So I’m settling for memories.
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It Begins
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
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Nail Polish at Midnight
I painted my nails blue
because I couldn’t think what else to doto stop myself from thinking of you.
I didn’t realize until they dried,
it was the very color of your eyes:
Loves
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The Sentiment of a Dying Star
I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far. -
One More Time
for one more time
i will sit in the same place
as I have for so longfor one more time
i will be the people
i've grown to know
love and hate -
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.
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Dinner With You
I only ever came here for the fortune cookies
I don't know if you can tell
when I stare at the menu
under shiny plastic with a red rim
when I glance
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As I Soon Leave
we can run fast
run forever
until we lose ourselves
our spirit
but it doesn't matter
as we sit in the grass
and breathe in
as the air grows sweet