Category: Nature
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Space
how it is our first and final loss how it is always here and not here how the way I dress for work preserves it, letting the things of girlhood fall away how you forgot why you were excited to get up by the time you poured your coffee how you ambled back into the…
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When digging in my garden
Open spade cleaves mud, unwraps under-earth’s treasure-trove — twisted wires of plant roots clinging deep, no repentance, no shame. I ask when will you break free, leave us alone, untangle this mess? You grip on, silent as black, churning in your own direction, to your own end, to ours.
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When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen sending its scent up to play with the blueberries and pine that brings on this longing afresh. You would perch yourself on a ridge like this one overlooking the lake or a forested horizon, endless…
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After a long hot afternoon in the city
cooling breath tumbles across acrid plain presses away heat steaming concrete mental stagnation of shuttered windows, locked doors grass no longer sticks that way or browns, wilting crisp all the relief of life, a sometimes song, rolls in every direction awakening the lake white tips to horizon prairie, swaying sea up into sky encircling earth
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6/19
through this leafy tunnel, freed from the sun we stroll easy, trace silky air over our skin discover joy in darkness
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On watching fish and light
i. The light of our fire straining up these walls brings me back. Far away from my brothers, I followed a fish upstream, moving quickly, without a thought. The light reflected off the ripples the fish made and caught my eyes. So easy to dazzle, even now. Further up, he nestled under a branch and…
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