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Loves
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Nothing is Everything
I wish I could sit high in the sky,
Alone within the nothing,
Yet everyone in the everything
Laid out before me.
I could watch light be cast upon the world,
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And So I Return
I hate the outdoors
The February sleet turns to March mud
A murky pallet of miserable grays and viscous browns
As I climb
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City night
Looking from a plane, glowing
streets, like spiraling
spider webs
knitted on the elder plains,
out of hope, out of pride.
Crossings of the intertwined veins
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fairy tale children
slipping out of eyesight
through windows
and out back doors
in the dark of night
with only the stars as witnesses.
slipping through thick forests
carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets
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People Of Vermont
Snowboarders, wheres your snow?