Tagged: edges

we bump into the

we bump into the
edges
of one another’s
stories on the street,

in the park, at the gas station,
perhaps fueling our own
.
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the past and future

the past and future
curl along their edges, so
that every now and

then, you can take a peek, feel
the seductive anchoring
.
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reality and

reality and
illusion, file down the edges
a little, and they

become interchangeable –
don’t pretend there’s more to it
.
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in between blades

late afternoon fog

every so often

every so often
we bump into the edges
of each other’s world

i have framed the evidence
it jingles in my pocket
.
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the edges of our

the edges of our
dreams curl
ever so
slightly so that we
are tempted to turn
the page, to be
redirected, self
shelved.
routinely,
it takes a little
more effort
to weigh them down
.
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my father’s Hakuba

my father’s Hakuba
tripod holds
memories
on the soles
of its feet. yesterday,
while unlocking its
legs, i noticed for the first
time the remnants
of age-old dirt, slipped
into the rubber ridges,
a tapering of concentric
circles. in my
mind, the embedded
behind-the-camera
action soon played
out just like so – a
tapering remembrance
rubbing into my
heart’s edges
.
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