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Walk
with me, Mary,
while
I move the cattle
to
the north pasture
where the grasses
are
sweeter, and we
can
m..
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The
old graying boat needs
paint,
it's once white sides
chipped
and faded. The oars
green
from moss. The air is
sti..
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Knowingly,
I grasp the unknown,
in
full knowledge there is no way
to
hold to my illusions.
Or
are my illusions delu..
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The polar vortex has finally passed,andI'm able to sit outsidein the sun.The patio chair is warm beside the roundglass table with its..
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Hunched
over, the cuff of your lab coat
stained blue from the dye on the slide
that you’ve
stared at far too long,
..
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I solemnly
vow to never again use Mars
as a
metaphor for the unknown, for the distant,
for the
inhospitable, or the his..
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The
Instapot has removed all mystery
from
creating risotto; what became
of
standing by the stove and dipping
ladle
after ladle o..
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The
ice-maker's shot.
No
longer
from
electricity's fire
will
I discover the
magic of frozen
water.
T..
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Would
that I were one
who’s noble
gracious
perpetually.
Would
that I bestow
the premise
of
charity
to
pr..
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