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Some place, perhaps nearby,the waves high five the beach,a thunderous, joyful rush,as the sea swiftly withdraws in a cleansing of cool triumphI wonder..
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This morning is a thunderstormof lightning in high jumpsflashing across the silent peaksof mountains that hold their ownThe air is alive in a respirat..
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i am always losing things the small town i grew up in shrank beyond hand's reach my first kaleidoscope left with a daisy chain in the grass i lost my..
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Rain is still falling and we are cellmates abandoned in this false landscape of the dead now more alive than the living Lily, Stella, Paggie, chatte..
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This door was never hung properly to begin with, so my bedroom opens to a back stab of wounds I wade again & again & call it love - though l..
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I place you in a firmamentand you fall outa cornucopia of good intentionsthat stray sideways and spillinto this rural settingTogether we meanderinto t..
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Wild fern, unflowerable, rugged with rootsIn my country you ride a hard windin a fragile darkness of greenerylooking small before the sunYou seem so l..
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I was better at loving horses
A pension's worth of gentleness
graced their large eyes
and they were curious at conversation
so I spoke q..
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In this poem, a bird rides the back of a plane, exerts little effort, stares into the sky, naming the famous faces he finds in cloud formationsDown be..
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It is too dark to see the nightShadows sharpen and expand,a cover up against the moonIt is too dark to see myselfmy eyes pretend to welcome blackMy th..
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