Tag: poetry
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City river
How its surface hides the undulation on its bottom; how its edges spill over and are spilled over into. How as it is fed by another, the water tumbles, turns over broken concrete slabs; how herons perch there, oblivious. How when the tunnel overflows with rain, it releases a stench into the summer breeze that…
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I say, tilting my head
,” I say, tilting my head adjusting my earring, you holding my coat and scarf as if you are my servant, laughing with eased waists, as if we are sisters. At the front desk, you say, “go figure,” shrugging, I nod, pay, tip, sun streaming, warming everything it lights, you disappear into the back office,…
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Bunkhouse mornings
The forest floor crackles, catching dribbles from above. A breeze shifts, fresh spray showers the twigs and dried leaves. I can smell that rain and those damp, quieting mornings, cool moss under my feet. The blue jay’s harsh, long cawk, intrusive. Why did they not swoop down on us? The breeze builds through high branches,…
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