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Four Continuations

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 31, 2013| 1 Comment »

that old crow,
perhaps he spoke first
with you

*

removing the clothes
from my thoughts—someone
left the gate open

*

out the window
I see only where the cottonwood
does not stand

*

dew on my song
have I really been singing
this long?

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Chicken Little Draws a Self-Portrait

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 30, 2013| 1 Comment »

Of course there’s the sky,
puddles of blue and
and mounds of white clouds
all around Chicken Little’s
scaly orange feet.
It occurs to him
only then, as he draws
his own ineffective wings
that perhaps the sky
is not falling at all.
Perhaps he is, at last,
learning a new way to fly.

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Like Today

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 29, 2013| 1 Comment »

Sometimes the fences
of our thoughts fall down
and in that open meadow,

we know ourselves as each other.
In these moments,
we are overcome by tenderness,

and it is impossible to imagine
anything but love.
Any positions we had,

any delusions of me versus you
any stances of defensiveness or blame
evaporate. In those moments,

we give our everything to each other,
and there is no difference between
pain and joy and fear and courage—

it is all one immense feeling
that moves through us just as wind
moves through blades of grass

all waving as one immense field.
In these moments, which are perhaps
equally forever and now,

there is nothing to figure out,
nothing to plan, nothing to build
and nothing to learn. Though when

the fences are up, it’s almost impossible
to imagine it could ever be like this.
so impossible to imagine not staking in

just one more post, just one more rail.

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One More Escape

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 28, 2013| 1 Comment »

I made a cage
out of my story—
love bent the bars

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I Do Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 27, 2013| 1 Comment »

I wonder
if you remember which wound
you poured it in,
the salt
in these tears

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Three Escapes

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 26, 2013| 3 Comments »

for years
I have tried to lock
you out
not seeing that instead
I locked myself in

*

mom, he says,
do you ever think how great
it would be
to become water
going everywhere

*

standing
in the sunflowers
my whole body
practices
being sunflower

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Late

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 25, 2013| 1 Comment »

Already the feet of the rabbit are white.
The river runs low in its rocky bed.

And though the season for growing is done,
there is still much to be planted.

Some things, love, are better begun
when its darker and heading toward cold.

We will not see the flowers that grow
from these roots for a long, long time,

chance is never, I suppose. But that is no
reason not to put our hands in the dirt,

to sow and sow again. When we are quiet,
I hear the river crossing the stones. When we are quiet,

I swear I can almost hear the sound
of roots as they stretch toward a deeping dark.

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Because I Thought I Knew What It Should Look Like

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 25, 2013| 1 Comment »

I grieved
that the rose had stopped blooming
when in fact
it was opening
only very, very, very slowly

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At the Border

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 25, 2013| 1 Comment »

There it was, propped up
against my heart,
the No Trespassing sign.

I forgot I had posted it
until today when I found it
by accident really, while wandering

in a place I’ve neglected
for a long, long time. Though
it was rust stained and crooked,

the message was clear.
I was surprised to find it here.
Though after, it made more sense

why you have not come closer,
as I’ve wished you would.
It’s gone now, darling. The sign

with its capital letters
and day glo warning. Nothing left
but the holes where nails were.

I know it is easier to notice
when something is added
than it is to notice when something

is taken away. That’s why
I mention it. In case you were
blinking. In case it is not too late.

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love haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 22, 2013| 3 Comments »

you the ocean
I keep trying to measure
with my tea cup

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