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One Revelation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 11, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

turning the last page

of our lives, perhaps then

we finally get to read

the glossary to see

what all those symbols meant

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One Example

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on December 10, 2017| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

the candle runs out—

knowing this, the wick

burns no less bright

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One in Winter

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 9, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

when cold enough

the river becomes its own obstacle—

oh heart, stay warm, stay warm

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Damn Thirsty

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on December 7, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

Scent of Darjeeling

escapes through

the poem’s cup—

from miles away

you smell it,

twist of citrus,

muscatel—

try telling your thirst

it’s just words,

the delicate

flowering in the air,

the warmth

of the cup,

the fruit

making merry

on your tongue.

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One Inner Potential

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 6, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

anything is possible

but only one thing will happen—

tulip blooming on a dandelion stem

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After Watching the Olympics in Second Grade, A Look Back

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 5, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

I skate alone,

lake ice smooth

beneath dull blades.

I spin and trace

slow figure eights

and lift my arms,

open wings.

Anyone watching

from a window

would see a girl

in her old black and red

snowmobile suit,

tripping on her own edges.

clumsy and faltering.

But I see flowers

being tossed

from the stands

to the rink.

I bend to gather them,

smile and wave.

No one has told

me yet it can’t

be done, this

dream, no one,

not even myself.

 

 

 

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Dry December

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 5, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

Winter, this year,

like the dream

in which I must

call someone

but I cannot

remember who

it is, only

how important

that I call.

 

When I wake,

I walk to the phone,

but waking

brings me no

closer to remembering.

 

Off the porch,

the pansies

wear plum

and gold—

there is summer

in their softness.

 

I stare at them.

Who is it

I am supposed

to call? And

what has happened

to winter?

 

The sky

turns a bluer

shade of blue.

The pansies

nod. Whatever

they know,

they’re not telling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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You Are My Sunshine in a Minor Key

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 4, 2017| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

astonished how much light

can fill a note so dark—

singing it again, again

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Think Small

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 4, 2017| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Even the smallest strand of saffron

goldens the rice and lends

its good and earthy bitterness

to each of the ten thousand

grains in the pot.

 

My friend says she wants

to make a bigger difference,

doubts the effect she has.

There are many ways, I think,

to reach many.

 

One is to do as the saffron crocus does—

put everything you have

into just a few threads,

then trust they’re potent enough

to change everything.

 

 

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A Few Mornings after the School Shooting Threat

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on December 1, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

The pre-dawn light has already

claimed the stars so that anything

I might try to name in the sky

has disappeared—though there

is still one planet dazzling and white

just above the horizon. Perhaps

it’s better that I don’t know

how to name it, know only

to praise it, it’s small insistence

on light the only thing

I need to know.

 

 

 

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