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One Lucky

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 29, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

sky so blue

forgetting everything

but blue

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One Reveal

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 20, 2019| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

long bright meteor

unzipping the night—

now the dark so naked

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On a Day When the Sky Is So Blue, So Clear

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 26, 2018| 2 Comments »

 

 

I imagine writing a one-line poem

long enough to reach you—

imagine how the words might quiver

in the wind, how I might climb

their serifs like a thin-runged ladder

and follow the words

to you like breadcrumbs,

like footprints, like hope.

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All Night I Dreamt

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on April 4, 2014| 1 Comment »

all night I dreamt
I was holding up the sky
so every child
could know sunshine—
is it any wonder this morning
my arms will not come down?

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Very, Very Quietly

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 26, 2013| 3 Comments »

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I did not choose
awe today, but the big
pink sky chose me
and steeped me
in fantastic joy—
a drenching of miracle,
an overdose of amazement,
a wild indulgence of bliss—
oh such pink! layers
of rose and deeper rose,
and I did not earn it,
did not first prove my worthiness,
did not beg nor kneel nor fast
nor renounce my name
nor pull the strings
of the lyre nor sing,
all I had to do
was step outside
out of my own way
and open my eyes
and let myself
be gifted.

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Chicken Little Draws a Self-Portrait

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 30, 2013| 1 Comment »

Of course there’s the sky,
puddles of blue and
and mounds of white clouds
all around Chicken Little’s
scaly orange feet.
It occurs to him
only then, as he draws
his own ineffective wings
that perhaps the sky
is not falling at all.
Perhaps he is, at last,
learning a new way to fly.

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Not Wholly Quantum Yet

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on March 14, 2013| 4 Comments »

Not one puff,
not one wisp,
not one high
cirrocumulus,
no altostratus
no cumulus whorls
just blue, just blue
no cirrus swirls,
and could a girl
become a wing,
become a word,
or anything
that moves through blue
like arrow wood,
like zephyr, breeze,
I would, I would.

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Clear Day Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on February 27, 2013| 2 Comments »

blue so wide
no need to wonder
if we’re connected

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Our Names Here

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 13, 2013| 2 Comments »

The way the sky
changes in the morning,

so swiftly from rose billow
to long gray brush strokes,

that is the way we love.
One moment we think

we know something—a contour,
a hue, a silhouette. We say,

I love this. We say it fiercely
or tenderly, it doesn’t much matter,

it changes. There is no sadness
in this, though we weave sadness

out of our longing. Blush, it will come
again, only different, a gift

offered and offered, endlessly.
Oh fools who think we prefer

it one way or another, when
at every moment the sky

comes alive for us, even in
darkness, sweet sweet darkness,

even in whatever shade
and shape we see right now.

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Seven True Stories

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2012| 2 Comments »

Seven True Stories

divided highway
late night, coming in my lane
head lights, a story

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the sky and I,
both of us opening—
peal of unrung bells

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the old cottonwood
tell me, when is the last time
you climbed it?

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that ornery face,
yep, I folded it up,
put it in a safe place

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laying in the grass
our bodies altars—
gold leaf offerings

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everything shimmering
how could I not French kiss
the chill air

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that bird, wonder if
he too gets so stunned by sky
he forgets how to sing

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