Posts
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Crumbling
Falling leaves
Tickle and tease
As we finish Night together.
We speak in turns – or when the other cannot.
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If I remember you
I can't. But if I were to, I'd think of that old snowy hill beyond the library, the one where paths were cut into its snow by our sled. That one hill-- you know? The one bare and eerie this winter, with no sleds to pierce it. . .
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Wondering
I can’t help Wondering– if the Wondering was born with me.
Or it came to me, spun down from that gnarled, twisted tree.
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Loves
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The words of love I wish I could tell you
I've always loved you, you always have melted my heart with kindness, had me going over the moon for you.with
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Why Tacocat?
Why does one love?
Why doesn’t one “love”? -
Lake
Fall
You are still, but the bright trees around you shake.
Colored leaves fall onto your surface.
The wind howls, but you are calm.
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The Height Dissonance Phenomenon
I’m going to love people.
God help me. God help me,
I am going to love people.
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Sometimes I think I was born into the wrong body. -
valley
mountains tower over the valley,
yielding shadows.
heat empties the river, and
everything is dry,
and the wind roars,
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I am a child
I am a child
and yet I am always seething with rage
I am a child
And yet I look at what I'm eating and wonder if I'm slowly poisoning myself
I am a child