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Love Me Like Fog
love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
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forever grateful
To be grateful,
is to be at peace,
to feel lucky
for life.
When my mom agrees
to getting my haircut
even after a morning full of presents.
When my sisters tell me they
love me,
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Meese is the Plural of Moose
Her eyes were not fixed on god but rather on the large taxidermied moose head fixed above the choir on the wall across from where she sat. It may as well have been him.
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to see the universe
the universe exists everywhere
but it's hiddenin every second of silence
in every mindful momentonly there can you see the wholeness of the world
only when you step out of the city
with its noise and smoke