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A new year of ivory vines
clings to the fence posts,
digs sticky roots
to the old red paint peeled off wood..
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The rain pools underroofs without gutters,the soft taps drop likefaucets throughrusted utilitypiping seeped in the wet groundas a planter's handsand f..
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We are not too lateto live the way we shouldlike plants and insects
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Which limits passed would sway a world?Our finite words are waves,spoken to the sky, caressing the shore.Fury storms the ocean currents,water reaches ..
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The dream I hadlast, the night she softenedher eyes into natural poolsof warm ice,melted inside me slowly,and that patient lucidity still swimsaround ..
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These are the days that make the rest,
the last of which I can't attest,
but when we come upon that day
the least of which I'll have to..
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At times, my interactions with people
keep me awake all night.
Not held, nor spindly released before sleep
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We will lay solace
in sun and pellucid stars,
stretch the sore muscles of wind
and rain to the west,
capit..
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Northern California gospel
shows play with twin fiddle grass music,
turned around on their religion,
outside ..
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Frail as the dust flies,
the natural life, alluringly winsome,
vast and overwhelmed,
sourced in secret whispers..
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