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I would never have invited it into my heart,
but it came, a wildfire, burning down
every single thing I thought I knew
about love. There were no wings
that appeared in the ash. Not all
fallen things learn to fly. But
the aftermath was the first time
I was still enough for long enough
to hear a peace that thrums
through everything. I do not pretend
to know how it works, but neither
can I pretend to not know it is here.
Even in the char. And, I suspect,
even in the flame.

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After Difficult News


 
 
It’s enough to wander
alone in the woods
while the aspen
turn their leaves
into shimmering light.
This, too, is aftermath—
the brilliant red
of rose hips,
fat and sweet.
The clean scent
of rain. Holy fluff
that was once
yellow flowers.
The vast gold
field of grass.

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