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Only a Little Out of Twelve Pages
- I Felt no obligation to be apologetic or to hate myself
- I welcomed all of the Love of the world into myself, and it was Beautiful
- mystic and Indomitable.
- (now, today, I am miserable ye
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New Sweet Griefs
Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost,
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky)
who is unaccompanied and stationery. -
When In Bloom
The dogwood blooms later
this year and marks the tardy rebirth
of the earth, our home, beautifying
after a dreadful winter purge. -
Mourning Crow
Crow, past my window,
where do you fly to on this
beautiful morning?
Let us brew some mid-
day coffee and nightly tea.
Bring me to your nest
and hear the early -
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Loves
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How do you ride a bike?
How do you ride a bike?
How do you make the wheels turn?
How do you make everything fade away?How do you let the moment
Fill you with emotion
That never leaves your heart? -
The dog at the end of my street
There's a dog that sits at the end of my street,
He snarls his teeth when we walk,
He barks with his eyes wide open,
With his eyes full of rage and love.
There's a dog that sits at the end of my street, -
Vincent
Orange, yellow, and red
Swirled like a painter mixing his colors
The brush strokes, light, heavy, loud
A pallet of only the brightest colors
Distracting him from the grip of life -
The Old Dream
You sit
in the corner of my room,
stretched thin across canvas,
and frozen
in your forgotten poise.
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Listening to Wind
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
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