Tagged: light

on an overgrown

on an overgrown
path, unwalked walks fold into
majestic cranes, wings

stretch towards filtered light where
we can still dream of meeting
.
20210827:1914
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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
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mom and dad rescue

in the beginning,

in the beginning,
the middle, and the end, we
will bump into the

contours of life, be tempted to
break free, tumble into light
.
20210727:2021
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somewhere above a

somewhere above a
forest, a bird drops the seed
of a poem, and it

skims the treetops, instinctively
landing where there’s enough darkness
.
20210725:1041
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at the golden hour,

at the golden hour,
you prance across the cornfields
and look back at us,

admiring the way the light
hits our faces while watching you
.
20210708:2023
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every houseplant

every houseplant
at one time or another
petitions for more
light – it’s why
we still chase
sunbeams
around the house
like we were five
.
20210315:2035
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one year later,

one year later,
whether or not we
can see the light
at the end of the
tunnel is a
question mark,
curved and curled,
shrunken like
muscles out
of practice –
and still, we
will see what
we want to see,
doling out hearsay,
not just convinced,
but justified
.
20210228:1646
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there is always a

on the first day of

on the first day of
setting aside time off in
a pandemic, light

dances with shadow, guilt with
relief, shackles with freedom
.
20201121:1537
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