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Two Travellings

in a quiet room
the sound of footsteps
years ago

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long road ahead—
I put a new handle on
this old heart

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in line at the airport—
every one of us a son,
a daughter

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at the same time
I take the antidote, I hold my hand
to the serpent’s mouth

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in a room with six thousand butterflies,
impossible to be anywhere but in a room
with six thousand butterflies

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tying one end of the noose
to my neck, throwing the other end
to the sky

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not one word
worth writing—
this big, big ocean

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having no single way to love you,
what a gift—I find
many ways

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I am perhaps a wind
dreaming it is a woman
sitting very, very still

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lying right
on top of you dreaming
I can’t find you

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playing possum
does not work
unless you are a possum

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laying my worries
out on the table—
the gulls devour them

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that trap you set for me?
without springing it
I write a love poem on it

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even though the waves
erase that line you drew,
I still know where it is

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turning to look at you
I cry, attacked
by gratitude

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Five Fates

watching them move,
those lips you haven’t
kissed me with

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I am equal parts
delight and distraught—
the melting pond

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on my inner thigh
impression of twisted sheets—
by noon all is lost

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I am not the one
behind the bars, but her story
imprisons me

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another day, another
day, another day I
haven’t died

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long after we arrive
still the question
are we there yet?

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when left in wind
the cloth unravels until it becomes
the wind

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Five Newlings

slipping it off,
this silken garment I thought
was my skin

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this, too, an act
of violence, opening
my hand

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after the flood
not stopping to pick through
the debris

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inside
this conversation
new moon

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so giddy to lose
this negligee of shoulds I forget
to blush

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one cold night

everything gold

is brown

 

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where, I say, is the bliss?

nowhere, says Ulli, until

it’s inside of you

 

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lost: a car key,

a credit card, a friend’s coat,

my certainty

 

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two untied balloons

one glorious

sky

 

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humming a tune

about October, how it goes,

October goes

 

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brown, brown, brown, brown, brown,

countless unnamed shades

of (oh!) brown

 

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found: another question,

a car key, a credit card,

a friend’s coat, a loss

 

 

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to the one missing it

that much sweeter

the scent of rain

 

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Driving Away

not just the light
though that, too, how it bloomed
across the green lawn
but also her waving hands
so empty, so full of light

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Found

Follow your feet
said the hands.

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Four What Ifs

dried on the bush
these roses
I never picked for you

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but I have nothing
to sow said the hand
to the plow

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caught in the web
all those dreams
I gave wings

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too soon, I said
to the sun, said the sun,
you are the one who moves

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Two Springlings

I am not
in any hurry says the earth
to my breath

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turning myself
into blue sky, meeting
you there

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don’t blame me
if the apocalypse comes
before I’m done dusting

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everything
that’s been taken from me
was first given to me

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how easily we say
these words, next week,
as if it will come

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why we plant seeds—
because we’ve made a life
out of old tomorrows

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even though
it’s the thousandth rainbow
still running to look

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Six Aimlesses

walking in the room
the dog sniffs the air
where the poem was

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plastic bubble pipe—
what does this have to do
with infinity?

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green exit sign—
wishing I could hang it
above my fear

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empty dish—
the cat never worries
about her figure

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no atmosphere, no
water, no life, Mars at least
you’re still a planet

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in large white letters
the highway sign says MARVEL—
I pass going sixty

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Three Nightlings

mama! she shrieks
I throw back the sheets, leap
run naked through night
but can’t make it into her dream
the place she needs me most

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whatever the moon
says, that is what I
say, too

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rushing out
to smell the morning
before its gone
there will be other mornings
but only one like this

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It would take weeks
to walk to your house, still
our hearts so close.

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This morning I ski
into the woods—forty years
later I ski out.

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The snow did not stop
when I said stop, but it did
not fall forever.

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Across the lake
invisible in the trees,
the crow in my ear.

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That ripple
never travels and it is
always new water.

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