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every pumpkin knows

you need just enough air

for the candle to burn,

just enough shelter

to keep the flame alive

 

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I wanted to believe

the fortune cookie,

wanted success to come

as easily as crunching

through a tasteless wafer.

I carried the red message

in my wallet for months,

as if to remind myself

of my great impending success.

How curious, the gap

between the life we want

and the life we have.

Finding the small white scrap

last week, I set it on my sink

and read it again and again

as I brushed my teeth

then stepped out into the world

without it, ready to write

my own fortune, my pockets

unabashedly empty, each

next step its own trove

of unusual riches.

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Like a pomegranate, full

of hidden seeds.

That’s what they say

about a woman’s mind.

What they don’t know is

exactly how juicy

those seeds might be,

how full of sweetness,

how red, how if they

were planted, the world

would never look

the same again.

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wanna play?

says the mud

to my feet

 

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laying in the grass

letting its thousand fingers

tickle me

 

*

 

wishing on a star

that is wishing

on me

 

*

 

pages torn

the old book holds

no less wonder

 

*

 

asking the donut hole

if it has any idea

where the donut went

 

*

 

sorry about the flour—

the pillow igloo

needed snow

 

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guess it wanted

to fly kites, too,

that cottonwood tree

 

*

 

wishing mom had a pocket

like a kangaroo—

I might even stop bouncing then

 

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someday that light switch

is going to look up

to me

 

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making a pact

with the lemmings—

let’s all run in circles!

 

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RSVP

 

 

 

Again this call

love the world—

though there are men

with buttons to push

who could turn it to ash

within hours, though

people have tongues

that fork and curl,

though the things

and beings we love most

disappear.

And still this sweet

metronome of breath

ticking here, here.

And the scent

of the leaf pile,

loamy and playful.

And the pansy in October

still purple and soft.

Turn to the sun,

let it touch your skin

like a lover, so tender,

warm. Now spread that shine.

It’s what we do.

 

 

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night with no moon

making friends

with the dark

 

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finding a ring on the ground—

the world and I

get married

 

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trading places with the wind—

at least it doesn’t have to

eat vegetables

 

*

 

finding the perfect shell—

giving it back

to the sea

 

*

 

belly flop!

you bet I’ll

do it again!

 

*

 

not my fault the spaceman

came with confetti—

cleaning my bedroom anyway

 

*

 

jumping off the swing again

hoping this time

I grow wings

 

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do streetlamps get lonely?

giving one a hug

just in case

 

*

 

why does it always

fly straight,

this boomerang?

 

 

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hopscotch in the rain

all the squares

run away

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One the Day After

 

 

 

on my lap

the emptiness refuses to purr—

it is all that I hear

 

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One Unforgettable

 

 

 

still trying to erase it,

that memory, though I threw out

the chalkboard long ago

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A Shade of the Truth

 

 

 

 

How soon the flowers wilt.

Wasn’t it just yesterday

you planted them, just an hour ago

there were mounds of bloom

shining in the rain?

You want to believe there’s a flower

that never stops opening,

want to believe that flower

is you.

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Just today, in the garden,

I found dozens of dark blue

McHugh Blue potatoes,

hard and small, their

delicious fists hiding

in the cool soil.

How wonderful the world is

if you just dig a little.

All those things you planted,

they show up, even though

everything around them

looks dead.

Don’t be in a hurry,

the woman said,

and I realized

I was wishing away

these difficult days.

Imagine how patient

the ground.

 

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