without meaning to,

the patterns you

the patterns you
observe in time
are meant
to cushion every
anomaly, the way
packaging foam
hugs the curves
of each fruit
to hold the juices
in, keep from
bruising.
so don’t
be restless, my
dear, don’t
insist that you are
bored. sink into
the patterns
of our lives,
soak it in between
the days, the years
.
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y

every new moon

possibilities

possibilities
must be watered regularly,
pruned every now and

then to signal new growth, spur
imagination, sway chance
.
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y

at the edge of mid-

at the edge of mid-
night, we cling to each other
more tightly than a

sinner to his gods – not until
dawn’s early light do we repent
.
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y

once in awhile, here

some moments carry