Tagged: searching
the first day of spring
the first day of spring
arrives, and winter has yet
to hand over the
keys – we spend the morning searching,
looking in all the wrong places
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over and over,
over and over,
behind the eight ball, searching –
one small step for man
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there is rarely a
there is rarely a
definitive history,
still we pore over
text after text, questionable
accounts, infinite palimpsests
.
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looking for something
looking for something
in the middle of spring and
unpacking is as
humdrum as finding something
when searching for something else
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between the hours of
between the hours of
almost and maybe is more
doubt, searching for sleep
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: searching
perhaps life and death
perhaps life and death
start with a cab ride, meter
running, waiting for
a destination – my hands are
deep in these pockets, searching
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from total solar
from total solar
eclipse to super blue blood
moon, you searched for me
.
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remember i told
remember i told
you there is only zen when
you stop searching – it’s
more like a leaning into the
wind to stay still, for a moment
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