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the sky is a love letter to the poor promising renewal it rains and drops make crooked paths down ..

the unfurling of the brown leaf so small breaks in my hand like a memory there’s a wisdom of children who say words for a dead ..

We got caught by the cops that one night when we were found fooling around parked on the side of some dark road leading to the slaughter hous..

It isn’t the faded blue paint on the house across the street or the cracks in the fence line that spell out your name not the sunset on th..

Earlier that day we drove the countryside to find a water hole to swim in everything was green, not yellow and worn -- hours of driving we le..

she lay in bed for days molding in the same spot the white walls closing in on her like a cocoon ..

I remember when we used to share poems with each other like they were secrets mine were never as good as yours (and English was your second la..

Jupiter and Venus have made their part like lovers quarrelingand a few stars dot the sky here & there betweenthe moon overhead and palm trees can ..

the sun is a period the sky is a colon no cloud to hang my coat -- trees sway like tall dancing semicolons to decompress we all await the fal..

no floating treesno stew on the stoveno wineno you and meto warm the nightjust fog