Tagged: delivery
the dining table
the dining table
for the rest of our
lives, our first and
last, arrived
at sixteen minutes
past four this
afternoon, a
seventy-year-old
danish lady, with
a few wrinkles and
countless stories
tucked into
her sleeves, wrapped
carefully against the
first of december’s
chill, stepping out onto
the curb, in the
arms of gentle robert
.
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on a scale of one
on a scale of one
to ten, waking up at five
a.m. to secure
a delivery slot is a
nine, batting zero for two
.
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it’s true, we have to
it’s true, we have to
work on both the content and
the delivery –
day after day, the carelessness
extends, the words oxidize
.
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at the height of
at the height of
love, we send
postcards, counting
on momentum, and
the word forever, to
make the delivery
.
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after some time, we
after some time, we
speak in code, give the alphabet
a little twist, or
a twirl, understanding that
it’s all in the delivery
.
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stamping forever
stamping forever
on serendipity does not
guarantee delivery
.
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the middle
the middle
of the night
disappears
so stealthily,
there is little
room for
protest, just
a sudden
birth to
morning
and the first
cry we are
left sharing
.
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i love the way you
i love the way you
scrawled Brooklyn
onto the side
of my care
package, each
letter a seed
aimed for home.
years later, those
calligraphic
tendrils still
blossom in my heart
like the perennials
in your garden,
a surprise and
not a surprise
.
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