Category: Muse
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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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Daywork
no rhythm no long, yearning stanzas no swinging scythe evening hued grasses a hurried social hour a stratagem a standing on laurels when perhaps resting would make more sense better still tossing them away no hidden beauty to unlock by stripping back aching facts of labor but something warm beats under all, wordless against words…
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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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