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Forgive Me

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I sometimes

forget we are

animated clay.

I forget

how everything

breaks.

I like to think

we have time.

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Pre-teen

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 30, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Every muscle in his body

is made of no. He is lock.

He is bolt. He is chain.

He has swallowed the key

so no one can reach it.

I try to fashion a skeleton key

out of love, but can’t find

a place where it will fit.

I hand it to him. He throws it.

 

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Late night the girl with the nightmare

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 29, 2016| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

arrives in my bed

and curls her body

into my body

and rests her head

in my arms and says

she is scared

and always I tell her

you’re safe,

I’m here,

and though

I hate for her

to suffer,

there is this

small warmth

delivered

to me

by fear.

 

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Things to Take on the First Day of School

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 28, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

New erasers.

Ten pencils, lead number two.

Scent of ripe peaches.

Pent up quiet afternoons.

Callouses on the bottoms

of your feet.

A note from your mother

you’ll pretend

not to read.

The salt lick

of curiosity.

Left over sun.

Blank notebooks, three.

The drop kick

of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Looking at my Parents’ Wedding Album on their Fiftieth Anniversary

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 27, 2016| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

They look so happy in black and white—

my mother with her short and fitted skirt

 

and my father, trim and handsome,

escaped from his tux.

 

They are running to my grandfather’s car,

the one they will crash that evening,

 

but at this moment, they are still

in innocent bliss, dodging the handfuls of rice

 

hurled at them by friends.

They are out of focus, a blur of joy,

 

running hand in hand right off

the ragged-edged pages toward

 

that aqua blue Ford convertible

and all the other colors life has to throw them.

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in a blue boat

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 27, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

alone

on the lake

I whisper

sweet

nothings

certain

that voices

carry

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The Opportunity

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 27, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Moonless, the night,

and aimless, our paddling,

my son and I glide on the lake

and stare into the sky,

drawing invisible lines

for constellations—

the diamond, the maggot.

the spilt milk.

Our laughter ricochets

across the water.

 

Though I can’t see them,

I know we are surrounded

by lily pads. The flowers

will be closed by now—

something about the reversible

expansion and contraction of cells

by changes in water balance

and differential growth of cells

due to temperature—

 

but here we are,

my son and I, nocturnals,

lingering in the two-note hymn of crickets,

opening in the dark.

 

 

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One Timing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 27, 2016| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

watching the kids play

I consider we will never be young together—

not all flowers bloom in spring

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One Conviction

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 27, 2016| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

in the knapweed field

a butterfly moves

from flower to flower—

trying to quiet the part of me

that only sees a problem

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One Running Path

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 27, 2016| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

in unfamiliar woods

finding chanterelles and puffballs—

old friends

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