Tag: poetry
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My window at night, iv
Breathe air into my words. Give them spaciousness, room to roam and be flexed, to be held, warmed, to have fingers run across them, pausing, to know the sense of being swallowed bit by bit, or held on the tongue. Let them open up onto the prairie to play in all the adventure of the…
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The poet’s house
Spare enough for frozen flower branches to scratch the icy kitchen window, rain-soaked goldenrod to brush against her dress, evenings of lost, tender fears spying down the empty lane, long, hot afternoon delays, awaiting a dry spell to take up the mowing, the mending, the swinging. Wide open, ever-joyful tedium. The birches down the pasture…
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My window at night, iii
Should I leave chocolates for you, some other ridiculous sacrifice? Perhaps you just need a favor? You are not who I am here to please, but my emptiness is complete without you. Indeed, a small cup of coffee with you is eternity, a cure for my numb and pedantic self of origin. So what must…
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My window at night, ii
My friend, why do you call on me this way, when I am alone in the dark and have no refuge? — your familiarity, so foreign to the daylight, always guessing my thoughts, correctly, though I resent it. You bounce with ease in the warm evening air, wafting over my chest and around my legs,…
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