Tag: Work life
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Day 19
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here writing long into its unwinding future
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Day 17
I specialize in making other people’s dreams come true because tending to my own stings, asks too much of heaven
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Day 16
how many times have I walked through a drizzle- dreary day like this — ice floes across pavement slip me quietly into their cracks
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Day 14
I thought I had ripped that vine down dead, but it grows on, out of reach, even in winter, mocking me and my scythe both
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Day 11
remember how busy they are — babies, homework, office — when you are old and wanting them to serve you dinner
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Day 5
after a long day of pitched battles on every side I hunger to be in heaven sitting down on the right side of no one
Poems from in between 