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Wishing
I sit here wishing I write each memory down.
Each drop of my storm,
Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.
Something to leave behind
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If We Can Make it Through
How is it, to live in a moment so fleeting it becomes the past?
To stare into the depths of yourself only to find a face so far and foreign–
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Courageous Enough
When you pass by,
you will sigh a small “hi.”
and
(of course),
I may not be near–
enough to respond
and
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All I Know
All I know
Is this is a winter I don’t know
All the crow know
Stand’n on open leaf
Cock’n head in disbelief
Is this winter she don’t know
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Watch The Ghost Flower
"Some say the world will end in fire." Robert Frost's line echoes in my head, quickening my heartbeat and breaths, as if I should just give up and succumb to the soils surrounding us.
Loves
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It’s absurd
I think it’s absurd
How we define best
And how we define worst
You must be smart
But not too smart
Never ugly
But you can’t look too pretty
That means your trying to hard
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Now is a tree
Now is a tree,
a place that is made of history.
Feel with your fingers
for lines etched in the bark,
the future is there
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Vermont's World Tree
I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.
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Summer stars
may,
nearly beginning of summerto celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a NASA t-shirt,
and a moon necklacenew season of summer, fast approaching
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To Be a Poet
To be a poet is not to write poems.
No.
Most anyone can do that.
Most anyone has done that,
for school, maybe.
To be a poet is to see a tree
