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Seasons of Being (Part 4): Spring
My bones no longer have need to show
but bend when all the seasons change,
Come spring I have new seeds to sow
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Seasons of Being (Part 3): Winter
Like a gear slowly rusting
With feet like cement
We are zombies of snow and sleet
Brain fog taking control
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Seasons of Being (Part 2): Autumn
Autumn, she is melancholy. The wind in the trees is louder, the leaves gone and withered, leaving less privacy for the forest.
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Seasons of Being (Part 1): Summer
Lush and light
and born in summer
blue and bright
thine eyes of slumber
in clover to be
of citrus and green
with luck of four
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Resolute
5 Resolutions for 2025:
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The Wolf On My Porch
There’s a wolf on my porch.
It’s been there all my life
Holding the foundation of my home.
There’s a wolf on my porch
And he never gets old
Loves
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On Forgiving the Dust in My Piano
Dear daughter of Earth,
I am not naked, rose-lipped, chapped and chaste in a poetic caste and silhouetted erotically before sunset and starlight like the Thinker gazing across foreseeable perpetuity.
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POEMS
Poems are my eyes
Windows to a soul, Body, Mind
A new worldview
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MIND
Fly free
your divine
mind.
Pour into
our world,
your minds
gift
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Things I've Noticed From AP Capstone; Class of 2024
Semester 1
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Sudoku from the New York Times
Stays open on our computers.
One holds a tennis ball in her right hand as she talks,
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If Love was a Garden
If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild
Because what use is love that’s tamed?
There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds
