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Missing you (an ode to California)
Sometimes I find myself
California Dreamin’.
I wish I would stop
because
it doesn’t do me any good to dwell on the past. -
February
In February,
Winter and Spring are like awkward dancers.
Neither knowing whether to lead
or to follow.
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Like A Tree
Like a tree
nothing will
s h a k e
me.
Like a tree
the wind blows through my hair.
Shading me
into
silhouette -
Like a tree
Like a tree
nothing will
s h a k e
me.
Like a tree
the wind blows through my hair.
Shading me
into
silhouette -
My Happiness
My happiness occurs
sporadically
erratically
Not a constant
Not a linear path
Like dots scattered on graph paper
No rhyme
or reason
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Late Night Surprises and Early Morning Revelations
The light was too bright for me last night. My eyes turned red and watery. You were too much for me to fathom. Too much to take in all at once. I returned to my bed, bleary and burnt. Even the morning sun doesn’t have such an effect.
Loves
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Camp
Summer is delirious days
we are packed
on a bus
for days of adventures
mountain biking
then swimming.
We will jump off cliffs
into rivers
flip-flopping through the air
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Uncle Sam. (Fourth of July)
How do I celebrate?
How do I cheer
with masses of people?
How do I celebrate freedom,
knowing only half of me was set free today?
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