Tagged: devotion

every year, dad prunes

every year, dad prunes
mama’s azalea bushes
carefully so that

they become perfectly rounded
buns well before mother’s day
.
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my six aunts and

my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.

grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.

as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
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without meaning to,

without meaning to,
we collect one another’s
words with devotion,

inject intent helplessly,
and still love inescapably
.
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it’s how dad rises

it’s how dad rises
before daybreak to flush out
the cold water from

the pipes for us – so that we
never have to stop dreaming
.
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today’s devotion –

today’s devotion –
tomorrow’s heartache

today’s persistence
tomorrow’s disappointment

today’s allegiance –
tomorrow’s remorse

today’s commitment –
tomorrow’s regret
.
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there are words you

there are words you
wish you can say only
in water – words from
which you can swim
away, as if you didn’t
know how they
surfaced, floating equal
distance
between two
desperations still treading
allegiance, waiting
to be saved
.
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your hands are

your hands are
masters of
disguises, discovered
this morning, still
resting
in the
shape of a dream-
catcher
, waiting
for the first
rays of sun
to relieve them
.
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on the evanescent

on the evanescent
edge of folklore
and fairytale,
between the shimmer
of legend and myth
,
we are always
practicing someone
else’s composition
of faith – perfecting
the sudden
trills, being stuck
polishing the bass.
and even when
we have achieved
the desired
articulation for
devotion,
the subtlest
stirring can fumble
the smallest
melodic gesture
.
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