Category: Work life
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All that seems forever
hill rolls under concrete, skyscrapers, shops, trains, all that seems forever as I climb toward my hotel all that seems forever bends to the hill, rather than the hill bending to it even as the hill shifts its edges, shakes out its cramped spine at will so that all that seems builds its forever in…
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To annotate time
How it is that time moves in pieces that each we must note or touch or somehow move to mind How it is that life is nothing but time that moves forward in pieces we dare not not hold, but rarely even recall or know or grasp How it is that forever is only time…
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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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Lunch break
down michigan avenue to escape into the wild, to refresh in a kind of feral opening, to stroll past the nature of things, to take in Darwinian oddities unmatched in the deepest forest shops, tourists, taxis, flower pots, stop lights where a shoreline used to wave and flood and turn and curl civilizing the piles…
Poems from in between 