Category: Memory
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My window at night x
my mind goes numb at the look of your shadow, gauze hanging there filtering moonlight reflected off bright clouds and I wonder how far you have come, how long you have waited in your bleak disguise behind this shadow how many hints you have thrown, how many desperate plays you have made in your tireless…
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My window at night ix
no sound fuller than the wind tossing leaves up and over and against our window screen as we lie here, breeze smoothing our shoulders retreating, surrendering at long last
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Working and its limits
little in this dry day draws any wealth from my thoughts — hope and wish leave me empty-handed; instead it is the night sky with its low hanging, chattering moon, stars deeper than oceans, tap, tap, tapping on my mind to ask for my attention, nudging it to stir and blossom
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Wondrous new
O wondrous, wondrous new — stone pressed from green blue, red, gray white fragments appear richer in the sun and water, cool in my palm as I wipe sand away, study your shape, your rough edges now smooth, test your weight, wonder of your old, old start, if there was one at all or if…
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How trees grow
Boy trails old man along stream bed cuts into damp soil slips sapling into crevice weighs heel to seal the earth trails further pausing when old man pauses cutting when old man cuts slipping when old man slips heeling when old man heels And so it goes all afternoon and into night how trees grow…
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