Category: Childhood
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Listen
There are always linens to fold here, and sweeping, and the sand never really pulls up from the carpet. The new owners hung curtains
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As the ice is melting
It is as I step forward with learned hesitation, crushing the edges of the ice
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This is the boy
This is the boy who climbed onto the counter (leaning on earnest, scraped knees), dipped a slice of bread in the batter — peered into the depths of all words, all misgivings, all bravado, located the simple, true plumb line, pulled up the weight into the clear light of day for all to see plain…
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Finding the universe
It is hard to see the universe in this tiny blue room. The light is too bright;
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The picture I see
Towering hemlocks surround an emerald pasture. A small barn sits on the eastern end
Poems from in between 