Category: My window at night
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In the middle of the night
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something polished and fine and you, face down, eyes darting, question my sincerity which I prove again and again, for now.
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Love like a river
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you down over gullies, under arched branches in its passive rush. Feel the undercurrent, what draws the flow beyond eyes, buoying each awkward twig, tripping up glossy stones. How I long to know it by heart…
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When the cold wind blows
Does it startle you, shake you from oblivion, draw you to attention, to your fear? Or do you turn away huddled, covering your head and shoulders, shrugging to save all the warmth you can in that last instant before you are swimming in the frigid air, overtaken by a wave capsizing, ripping even your feet…
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Small endurances
Puddles of snow pool under shrubs – miniature glaciers for voles to cast through. Sparrows, geese, all as one gather round the warmth floating up from the subway grate. Frozen, withered leaves dangle under squirrel’s tiny pads stirring breath in the still air. Here, in a far corner of my heart a soft flutter —…
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So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under clouds, moan through cedars, find me here, damp, burying the roots of this sapling today as if in a ceremony of dark days, bewitched by the sky long turned cold and forceful, my magic increases…
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Intimacy
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how many centuries and what have they thought looking down, across, overhead into the trees, towards each other? What, that is different from my crowded thoughts right now? Where are you, earth? Someday, I will find…
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