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Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Found a five dollar bill
Got stung by a bee
A stranger helped me
Got stung by a bee
A stranger helped me
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Grains
9.15.11
Oh, material of love
sand, pigment, dirt
you carry and contain
flecks of our souls
encased and preserved
carefully and tenderly
in your grains
in your structure
Let us be one!
Why is it only us
who does any holding?
Why don’t you cling?
Falling, rolling, blowing
Away the wind carries you
in a way we only desire
Your cradle, we mimic
but our clumsy hands
reproduce a crude craft
and all dismantles itself
swinging, throwing, flinging
all that was precious
into the dark
empty womb of the unknown
And then we grieve
until a new pearl is found
again
or else give our lives
to death
and lie
Labels:
poetry
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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