Category: poetry

every morning, new

every morning, new
worlds appear unbidden, having
nothing and every-

thing to do with the way we
see each other, interact
.
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all day rain, summer

midnight rain, on the

there is often a

there is often a
semblance of control
until there is
not even that –
your tongue
taking a lap or
two around the
race tracks before
placing a wager
.
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we are surveying

we are surveying
the library of weeds this
morning, browsing the

new spines for a tale or two,
an earthworm catches me off guard
.
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some days, surprises

every time we come

every time we come
back together, after spending
many moons apart,

there is a collective sigh,
a letting go of defenses
.
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