Tagged: death
perhaps the spirit
perhaps the spirit
knows when it is on its way
out, reaching across
borders and time zones to connect,
reconnect before it departs
.
20221118:1500
y
we have harvested
we have harvested
yesterday’s tomatoes for
today’s pasta, a
bouquet of fresh basil gave
up its breath to top it off
.
20220920:2237
y
one by one, fallen
one by one, fallen
icons are reborn, time and
again – we retell
tales and make up stories to
fill in the glamorous gaps
.
20220909:1627
y
in the end, we may
in the end, we may
not find symmetry before
it finds us, only
if we are lucky, slipping
into an unwakeable sleep
.
20220817:1444
y
perhaps in the end,
perhaps in the end,
our batteries will simply
swell beyond what our
bodies can withstand, too late to
backup, to transfer, to transcend
.
20220630:0152
y
we wait all day for
we wait all day for
something to happen – in the
microcosm of
our backyard – life, death, and the
great escape, if only for now
.
20220517:1724
y
in the end, we will
in the end, we will
have spent more time staring up
through the raised arms of
our fig tree than down at those whose
humanity is being erased
.
20220310:2106
y
in the hushed pockets
in the hushed pockets
behind the front teeth, the taste of
salt when the tears still
come after twelve years, looking
up at the five-day-old moon
.
20220205:2315
y
apologies to
apologies to
the silent snail living in
our perilla plant
stamped to death by a white-tailed buck,
startled by a light in the house
.
20210822:1926
y
across the distance
across the distance
of countless shores, feelings get
clogged up, polluted
by proximate priorities –
we wait to be pulled closer
.
20210821:1422
y
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