Category: Childhood
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Day 29
of all the angels who wandered and waited or not who landed before me here, there, what brings you to face me now? unwitting teacher player of basketball transient night flier, subtle questioner, what have you revealed of me?
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Reserve time
Reserve time for poetry in April, for when the days get longer, we turn out after our deep hermitage, rushing too fast to learn from the budding world. Reserve time for poetry in July when the hammering sun tempts you to spend your best hours dozing, as the herons skim the river. Reserve time for…
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Day 8
daffodils unfold stretching pedals to endless evening sky; breathing deep, shoulders unwind, arms reach wide across earth
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Childcraft, 1964 ed.
loud, no books but encyclopedia, hiding behind end-table, drapes fidgeting, national geographics layered open alien religions, bangles elongating necks, circular cornfield in desert, white-clothed bedouin, tattered scrolls, peking man poems spread on top, stutters untwisting, hours unwrapping, “this is my rock and here I run to steal the secrets of the sun” ——————————————– A late…
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Jacksonville, Illinois
i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…