Tagged: 2011

four a.m., and doubt

four a.m. and doubt
swings on the
hinge between
wavering
commitments:
to sleep,
to wake,
to waste not
another minute
on an imaginable
snow day
.
20110202:2018
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when new

when new
snow turns into
old snow, we all wait
on the curb
the same
way, toeing
gravity, coveting
another’s sturdy
footprints, waffling
between a full
leap and a very
slight spring
.
20110117:2115
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at the first drop of

at the first drop of
the coming blizzard, we
dug deeply into our
comforters, took
cover, drew
warmth from
long, expectant
breaths –

before the first drop
reached us, they
dug deeply into their
battle boots, stepped
out
, drew
determination from
the grey,
weighty sky
.
20110113:2144
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