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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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It is what comes after
Though in a world of doubt surrounded, our river plies, churns, hides its own error, misgiving, re-creation, courage of moment, witness borne, lost. Our hero beeches suffer demotion to floats, serve as fisheries, bubble up ripples, but if confrontation cannot be avoided, indeed, remains steadfast, they rise to bows, turns, diversions, reshaping even water, laying…
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Holding still
My gift to you is that I stand still, regardless of how the world flips and turns, regardless of how rapidly the marbles slide from this side to that. I am here, in this chair, in this room, unmoved. My gift to you is that I am your mirror and the farther you pull away…
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Finding the universe
It is hard to see the universe in this tiny blue room. The light is too bright;
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Our history
Our history, our lives together, is held in tiny scraps scattered across the expanse and stored in countless libraries, monuments, turns of phrases, scars draping our hillsides, hearts, surgeries, attics, laws, lore. I wait for the damp, seeping, November wind to inhale its totality (it cannot be resisted), hold it in long enough to unify…
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