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I was once
a mountain
—the sand

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red hands on the cave wall—
asking my own palms
what mark will you make?

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lying on the earth
shivering beneath the stars—
all night knowing where I am

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stomping bull of doubt—
a blue butterfly
lands on its nose

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distant coyote—
the heart doesn’t howl
alone tonight

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delighted by pot shards—
could I find my own brokenness
so precious?

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the seaweed, the pink hibiscus
inviting the self
to fall in love with both

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when all the hearts wants
is a hole in one—
bogey after bogey

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slipping into the ocean of love—
how did I ever believe
it was a puddle

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after the conversation
there is only
after the conversation

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holding my father’s hand—
a low sun lighting
the whole ocean

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rumors of big sharks
swim circles around
my mother and I in the channel

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all this talk of sharing
our most vulnerable parts—
sunburn on my belly

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on the airplane home—
hearing in the whir of ventilation
the waves of the ocean

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Dear Poetry Friends,

Thank you so much for the sweet notes I received while I was on vacation letting me know you missed the daily poems. I should have mentioned ahead of time that I would be taking a break from nightly sending. Then, yesterday, the motherboard on my computer went out and I understand it will be at least a week before I have it back … so we will be on a limited posting schedule again until my computer returns. Luckily, through the grace of iCloud (how is this possible) my poems from our trip still exist on my phone. What a great technological twist to a story about a technological bummer!

AND NOW FOR TWO WEEK’S WORTH OF POEMS!

 

Bouquet of Poems from Florida Keys

 

changing blues in the water

trying to name them as if this way

I will remember

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riding rusty bikes

every pedal an invitation

to sing along

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after facing new monsters:

the ankle grabbing bubba, the dunka—

the swimming pool safe at last

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between domino spots

infinite space

for laughter

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drinking lemon drops

with my mother—

afternoon sunshine

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sea breeze so strong

it makes of all my thoughts

a kite

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training to believe in luck—

at Boondocks mini golf

hole in one

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once swimming in the waves

how soon I forget

stench of beached seaweed

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how quietly they become

part of everything—

all those dropped petals

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on silent streets

walking with midnight—

never once feeling lonely

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what shall I listen to—

from far away

a song on the wind

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after thousands of years

what new is there to say

about waiting

 

 

Bouquet of Poems from Washington DC

 

unable to see stars

I find a tree about to leaf

wish on a greening bud

(at Yoko Ono’s “Wishing Tree” in the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden)

 

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we wade into the black

sea of names, deeper, deeper—

salt water on our cheeks

(at the Vietnam Memorial)

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above the wall of the dead

a field of tiny blue self-seeding flowers—

how peace begins

(at the Vietnam Memorial)

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night of a thousand sirens—

meanwhile, above the orchestra pit,

the Russian ballerina bows

(at the Kennedy Center, Mariinsky Ballet, “Le Corsair”)

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surrounded by beauty

he finds only reasons to complain—

rain of cherry blossoms

(beside the Tidal Pool)

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beside the empty cherry tree

the message of Martin Luther King

still blooming

(at the MLK Memorial)

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in a room of Rothko

I find it inside—

my horizon

(at the Phillips Museum)

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Lincoln’s giant marble fist—

staring at it until my own fist

opens

(at the Lincoln Memorial)

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