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somewhere beyond this
"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi
somewhere sometime someplace
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everyone has discarded their jackets again
it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
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poster board signs/attend all the protests
the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy?
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last snow (again)
it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
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generational
My grandmother never cut flowers with scissors, raised her nonexistent eyebrows plucked beyond all veins of recognition, blinked one eye fishlike & said a knife was all she needed.
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the calendar is the only thing that doesn't care about spring
the robins outside my window don't care if it is sunny or snowing. we have passed the 20th and their wings are made of maple sugar & time.
Loves
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A tribute to my favorite poem
Based of of the poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams.
I have drunk
the tea
that was on
the counter
and which
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don't mean nothing
There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes.
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kindness, accidentally
I did not know kindness isn't always loud,
not the grand gestures, not the
throw-the-coat-over-a-puddle,
because sometimes
it is simply someone sitting on the ground
just because you did, even though -
uncertainty —> hope
I wasn’t sure
how many people would be there
it wasn't the biggest protest in the state,
the one that we went to, that is.
we think
about
(at least)
500
people came.
5
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet