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And could I, like this picture frame
hold any image I was given?
I think of the news last night—
how I would rather not hold
what I saw there.
I think of what I learned just yesterday
about myself and notice how
I would rather push the image away.
But could I be like this picture frame
that will hold anything and in so doing
honor its importance? Honor
everything, no matter how mundane,
no matter how frightening,
as something worth knowing,
something essential to what it means to be alive,
a soup can, perhaps, a petunia, or a scream.
How easily the frame says yes to the world,
takes it in, anything, with no judgement,
and offers it whatever beauty it has.
 

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my mother began my mornings

by singing to me “it’s going to be

such a lovely day”—

over thirty years later

I still believe her

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Two Reframings

 

 

 

this wound—

re-teaching my tongue to name it

blessing

 

*

 

a sad song

so beautiful even the skylark

stops to listen

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All these years
I thought I might be
the one who had opened
the can. Such surprise
to find I am one
of the worms.

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Nine Reframings

a chest
full of flowers—
open me

*

my thumb hurts, I say,
my dad’s favorite fix—drop
a rock on your foot

*

only a sip
and already I’m drunk—
desert after rain

*

my knee hurts, I say
and the world
breaks my heart

*

puddle, puddle,
puddle, puddle, puddle,
tear

*

why so serious
says the leaf
already gold

*

such a blessing
to be thirsty in a season
of rain

*

my heart hurts, I say,
and the old poet says
live by breaking

*

using a thread
to climb to heaven, the angels
toss me a rope

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Out the window
I do not see
the mountains
I know are there
behind the fog.

Do you think
the universe
is indifferent?
he asks.

New snow
obscures
all the lines
on the road.

The radio
is silent.

Yes, I say.

Rosemerry,
he says,
are you
indifferent?

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