Tagged: poetry
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
basket-weavers are
basket-weavers are
also skilled storytellers,
fluidly making
connections to better hold
us, keep us from stumbling
.
20230123:2048
y
the lunar new year
the lunar new year
comes and goes, from tiger to
rabbit, leapfrogging
.
20230122:1831
y
the weekend slips too
the weekend slips too
quickly by, untailored, unwrapped,
a little too loose
.
20230121:2144
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