Category: Memory
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One day in Tangiers
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more than we should seeking water, hoping for tea, and happening upon the oceanfront through the broken gate all suddenly familiar ruins piled in their own kind of beach head, covered with graffiti, teenagers tramping for…
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The Red Trail
you would think as you walk along the forest ridge this time of year there could be nothing more wondrous than the not yet faded royal of the sky behind grey-brown branches, the last leaves gripping on but then the trail edges west and beneath the sky a darker blue surfaces and below that turquoise…
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I do not cry loud for battle
I do not cry loud for battle having given my hand already having held my dying kin having rested under this willow as the breeze swayed its lashes smooth across my breast having gazed into the open starlit sky with the wonder of many years yet to travel No, I do not cry loud but…
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Memorial stone
I can leave you only a wisp of my breath and honest intent as I pause, watching you, with both eyes, a swollen heart, and wonder if my wisp builds upon you with all these others, millions and millions I see now and can only imagine, and worry if we impose a burden adding to…
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