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One Hopeful

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 9, 2018| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

counterfeit can only exist

when there is real gold—

is it the same with god?

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One Best Intention

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 7, 2016| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

I knit words into a shawl

to wrap around your shiver

then wish I’d brought a real blanket, warm

 

 

 

 

 

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For Reals

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on September 25, 2014| 2 Comments »

I want to be your imaginary friend,
and no one else will see me when
I come and kiss the back of your neck,
will not notice at all as I whisper
in your ear the things I’m about
to do with you. They might notice
you’re blushing, but they will not
see the way I am smiling at you
now from the doorway and curling
my fingers to say, This meeting is boring,
come play, darling, out in the field
where the autumn sun is warm
and low and the golden grasses
will hide us well so no other eyes
can find our shade. And I will insist
that I am real and ask you to touch
to be sure it is true. And I shall
wear only bliss and sunlight
and you shall wear only me,
and the afternoon will be infinite
as only imaginary things can be.

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fifteen

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on January 17, 2012| 5 Comments »

blank field of snow
just after the blizzard
tracked up in minutes

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driving sixty
while the tears on her cheeks
went eighty

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these deep scars
I wish I could forget why
you can’t see them

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even when I sit
very, very still, God sits
stiller

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the trees pushing green
and in me a longing to
lose everything

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even though I know
they won’t fit, I try them on
her mood rings

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those gossamer dreams
when was it that they became
nooses?

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all I want to know:
when I am with you, can I
be myself?

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watching that star
I forget which of us
is moving

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though all the petals
fell, the lily pistil still
dripping

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come morning my hair
all tangled after a night
of tussling with words

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no one says to
the lily, hey, one more petal
would look better

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these haiku
perhaps I can scrawl them on
bits of DNA

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more poem sprouts?
said the tears—but we just
started plowing

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quarter moon
the boy says, it’s broken,
mommy fix it?

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these dead willow sticks
beside me are so beautiful
I am beautiful

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