Tagged: poem
things are less prickly
things are less prickly
than we imagine them to
be – gifting cacti
.
20230202:2214
y
a new month arrives
a new month arrives
without a stir, february,
donning rabbits’ feet
.
20230201:2300
y
maybe symmetry
maybe symmetry
is overrated, we lie
awake at night,
counting the minutes
up and down the
hours, dreaming
of a balanced diet
.
20230131:2021
y
even as we branch
even as we branch
out, we will revisit our
roots, yearn for something
we have long forgotten, can
no longer feel the contours of
.
20230130:2048
y
your stories live on
your stories live on
long after you have left us –
grandma’s great pot of
dill, simmering on the stove,
its scent fueling new memories
.
20230129:1136
y
everything you touch,
everything you touch,
i touch, we are intricately
connected, spreading
ideas, orthodoxies,
mutating infectious germs
.
20230128:1924
y
the end of the week
the end of the week
becomes easily untucked,
ready to run loose
.
20230127:1857
y
across the city,
across the city,
we meet in slices of sky
and make up things to
do to feel purposeful and
maybe even important
.
20230126:2214
y
perhaps baskets hold
perhaps baskets hold
everything and contain nothing –
making choices at
the beginning and the end
of the year, decluttering
.
20230125:2141
y
some days, we are face-
some days, we are face-
less drones, plugged in, tapped out, waiting
to be awakened
.
20230124:1827
y
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