Tagged: postaday2011

by her nature, peace

January turned a new

January turned a new
leaf at the last
stoplight. we were
beginning to have
our doubts, but
when she saw
green, she shifted
gears, gunned it,
and left us cold
.
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winter arrives

winter arrives
and arrives again,
always
a stranger, yet
familiar
– like
the middle of
a song, the second,
third, or eighty-
first time
.
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captured six minutes

all day, the sky was so

all day, the sky was so
clear, you swore
that we didn’t
have to move
another
inch to reel in
the color of winter
.
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balanced at the edge

balanced at the edge
of a rabbit year into
the head of the
dragon, we brush
off our old coats,
take a leap
into the unknown,
and allow
determination
and faith

to catch us
.

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and the ice was

and the ice was
iridescent –
encasing
every imperfection

into that winter’s
eve, when love
was equivalent
to constant
motion, and –
true to any planetary
system – we found
ourselves locked
comfortably
into orbit
.
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between brooklyn

between brooklyn
and manhattan
we stretch our
determination

across the waters,
beneath each
troubled wave –
more often
than not
a stranger
to ourselves, let
alone to those with
whom we traverse
the journey home
.
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with the stuff dreams are

on the evanescent

on the evanescent
edge of folklore
and fairytale,
between the shimmer
of legend and myth
,
we are always
practicing someone
else’s composition
of faith – perfecting
the sudden
trills, being stuck
polishing the bass.
and even when
we have achieved
the desired
articulation for
devotion,
the subtlest
stirring can fumble
the smallest
melodic gesture
.
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