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Emily Dickinson, What Did You Feel?-
When you languidly grazed hands with a Woman,
had you seen your reflection in Her irises?
Had you wished you could drown in that yearning black void? -
This Kind of Summer
Your laughter reminds me of the shoreline
as the tide goes in and out,
as fireworks pulse overhead,
your favorite beach towel with the toadstools
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Wind
the wind buffets my windows
great gusts gushing to greater heights
they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home
but i'm fine with that
so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket,
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Last Summer
Last summer
I tried to avoid school
but also
tried to get myself ready
for the big class
for the hard homework
the stuff that never ended up
being a problem.
Last summer
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After
I can’t think about before or now, but after,
after all the moaning and groaning,
after all the cleaning, weeding, and mowing,
after we cook, grill, and bake,