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January Is an Icicle
The clock was frozen in amber, but now frost creeps up to crack the warm glow. The minute hand trembles, then moves in wistful whirls. The Christmas tree slumps, its shiny tears clinking against the wooden floor.
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Before the World Even Existed
She imagines the universe,
the world suspended in midair.
Before, nothing except possibility even existed.
The Milky Way, Earth, evolution–shimmer and dematerialize.
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A Pablo Neruda Quote
“Qué será mi pobre patria oscura?”
“What will become of my poor, dark country?” - from “Insomnia” by Pablo Neruda
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An Autumn Tree
I don’t care much for this state
but lay me down in the Chesapeake,
during the fall,
and maybe I’ll become an autumn tree.
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It Is Still Summer
It is still summer. Not fall.
Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember.
I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glowed yellow from the sun.
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Birthday #2
Aging is such a hard concept to get your head around. The world moves, and sometimes it’s easy to forget that you do too, in ways that are impossible to see or fully understand.
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