Tagged: may

the first of may slides

near the end of may,

the first of may is

the first of may is
a time machine, offering
glimpses forwards and

backwards, measuring out both
more and less time for the taking
.
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having crossed

having crossed
the line, May
relinquishes the
most reassured
sigh, signing the
contract in ink
.
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may bursts from

may bursts from
the foamy
white
sleeves
of magicians,
twisting into
the air with
a flap of her
voracious wings
.
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April collects her

i am indexing

i am indexing the
moments when
you said
yes
– pages two,
three, and twenty-
three, on a Tuesday
most likely,
maybe a
Thursday, too,
let us bookmark
May third
.
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the last of may

i am lying

i am lying
underneath
the dogwoods
in our backyard
hypnotized by the
way the edges
of home have already
begun to curl
in the
near-noon sun. the
sky is panting, its
blue tongue showing
here and there
between terraced
branches. it is
May, and i have
all the time
in the world
.
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the window

the window to
Saturday
was swollen
shut all morning
until you carried in
an armload of May’s
wildest lilacs
.
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