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I Knew Her in '05
She wanes in the sky,
looming over the clouds and
prancing upon the darkness above
me. I knew her all
too well, I knew her
just well enough to know
how the highlights of her -
The Bear
The Bear has once again greeted me
in the dining room during lunch.
He has slumped behind the office desk
covered in coffee stains and piled receipts.
He reads the obituaries in the daily -
Snowed In
In a blue house with a red roof
lays a scraggly dog and his human.
The frost creeps up in their sleep,
decorating the house in winter,
crafting a vignette by the furnace.
These two young beings snore -
Of Mothers and Daughters
i finally understand female rage. -
Dwindling Trilogy
I. Bassinet Mouth
soak her up, wring her out
spill the milk, bassinet mouth
may will come, oh it will go
pop them down, by heavens row
scrape the edge, blend it too
crack her mirror, doll’s dear youth -
Zanzi
Once Birch was bought
she left, feeling lost.
She placed covered pawprints
and settled in snow;
found without a whisper.
Oh, zingy old Zanzibar,
we’ll meet after March.
Close behind the barn,
summer ferns will form
Loves
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Moon
Magnificent beams glow around the beautiful ball of light floating in the night sky
Orbiting earth, all day and night, visiting every inch of the world
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Girlhood (In honor of International Women's Day)
I love being a girl
but I hate what it took
for me to be able to go to school
for me to know I will be able to vote
for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older
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My Love Poem
If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,
The sky would no longer be just one color.
If I could write in words how much I love you,
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First Snow of Winter
The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.
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Pieced the Puzzle Together
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Catch thou looking at the night
Eos covers thy heart with light
I think not of what I have done
Languish under thy thought
Iris dances in the dark
Not for I, but for thine eyes -
So No One Can See
After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo