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Little ways to say a lot
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Country Eyes
The first Saturday morning in October at Massabesic Lake. The world is in masks. The trees are in technicolor. Autumn in New England, when Mother Nature reminds the Country what color really is. Autumn foliage season begins in New Hampshire. The eyes only see 4k desktop wallpapers. Professional photographers. Japanese
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It Is What It Is
We feel so uncomfortable Saying the word soul. In the morning: We dress Our children for school. Then march Them off to war. In rooms: Full of Semi-automatic clouds of chalk. Full of The lingering smell of pencils. And tomorrow: Take an eraser To a predictably bloodied world. We
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She's Afraid to Hope
She's afraid to hope. The spider in my window; She's afraid of hope. Black Widow Beautiful And she (yes, she!) is Afraid to hope. Could it be this time, (Yes, This Time!) the grass (Yes, This Grass!) is actual (In fact, actual!) green. Actual factual Green.
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All of Her Poetry, Still
I didn’t know Mary was dead. (No one told me about Maya, either) A blank Pause when I read about it online. Poets don’t go out when we die. (We live with Death while we live.) We stay home. Which is why when Walt said to me (The
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Scroll Down and Forget 'em
Snow last night. Treetops Rooftops Road signs Topped Powder sugared Magnificent. Why scrub away Autumn's mess? Let it soak. Snow like scrubbing bubbles, When they melt the mess goes with them. Some metaphors stink. Some similes are like scrubbing bubbles, To do their best work, Let them sit
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Y Nt Rn?
Where’s your ambition?
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For Pablo, Para Ti
"Soneto XVII o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida,
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The Secret of the Moon
Watching loons at Massabesic Lake while other people fall in love. Pastel dusk sky. Orange is only ever beautiful next to lavender. Traffic. So much at once. People and problems come in clusters. Headlights off the water brings The Night Sky whisper close. He’s got a message for you:
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My Most Powerful Peace
I’m crazy for a certain Muse. This real body corporeal. Sacrosanct, corporeal. My sense jumped At the sound of fireworks. A grand finale Here you are again. A gain for one spirit Dancer heart entrancer. So much power. My flower. Your skin petal soft Cotton Covered stomach peach fuzz
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The Heart Wants a Slow Dance
What the heart wants is a slow dance; The floor is too fast. A touch too quick is friction in the brush. The pulse grinds steel against jagged steel Short shock sparks mis-labeled matchboxes For a miss-matched lit match. But the heart wants a slow dance Friction-less
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Spin, The World
To follow a dream is to be fed by that dream