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While

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on July 7, 2014| 1 Comment »

saying the words
I knew you did not
want to hear I tried
to shape my voice
like the flowers
we know will
eventually
come in more fully
only after the stem
has been
broken.

I forced myself
to keep my eyes
open.

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A Small Proof of Heisenberg’s Theory of Uncertainty

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on February 12, 2014| 3 Comments »

In the loss
is a branch
with a brittle
stem
where an old
fruit hangs
rust-colored
and dried
beside
a tight cluster
of rose-tipped buds
where something
fragile
and white
is just
beginning
to form.

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Because I Thought I Knew What It Should Look Like

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 25, 2013| 1 Comment »

I grieved
that the rose had stopped blooming
when in fact
it was opening
only very, very, very slowly

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At the Edge of the Field

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on January 24, 2013| 4 Comments »

Like a pinecone
after it’s been trod on

and snowed on and
summered and rained on,

that is how I find myself.
Softer now, and with less

sense of separateness.
The earth has a fine way

of saying here, here.
And gravity, it makes things

so easy. I would not have thought
it sounded so good,

all that wearing down,
lessening to dust.

I could not have imagined
sharing my browns, much less

losing my sharpness, my articulate
serration, spilling my seeds.

Though spilling, that is what seeds
are for. And the opening beyond.

And losing the self, that is perhaps
what a self is for.

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two

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 10, 2012| 5 Comments »

we are like roses
in winter—we should not be
blooming but we are

*

when I don’t need the
storm, I fold it up and put
it in my pocket

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