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for my mother
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This Mountain Stream Is A Promise RingI waver on the edge of fidelityin a husk of cattails icedleaning apartTheir spirit and spine fullness,strain aga..
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I Throw Things OutThe era tumbles and closeswith the clang of a lidI shift through the densityof old days and interestsin an exploration of what I nee..
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October stands in vertebrae,the mountain skeletal with reach,diminished greenery leaves the sketch,as colors fall beyond regret.All the strong reduce ..
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Autumn slips into bleachers unseen until the wind of her applause The way birds shift & huddle their plans toward soft warm breezes I have grown..
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since my husband's death, i believe I have taped the whole place together, i
do like how flexible all the broken things are.
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This is how it is when the breeze is locked in the softness of a fog and I am trying to believe in myself but stumbling in negativity. even the flo..
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Unfinished DreamI awaken from a dream world of symbols & situationsI want to run backto that warm climate but listento the effervescence of birdst..
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Perhaps I shouldn't be here at dawnnudging the stone mattress, watchingmorning blossom a hint of inspiration.Sometimes a glow isn't enoughThe lavender..
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Caught in the bottleneck of a couch I call comfortable, the sun sends morning slices through the blinds and all is yellow; slats, eggs, my stomach af..
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