Tagged: wild

somewhere between twelve

somewhere between twelve
and one, the minutes curve
with the unknown abandon
of a hybrid – relaxed,
unrestrained, sensual,
bold, indulgent, earnest,
intoxicated, savage
.
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we pick up where we

we pick up where we
left off, alongside hidden
trails, straight roads, and
winding highways.
and like that common
summer wildflower,
at any given
moment, we are
simultaneous –
at myriad stages
of blossoming –
budding, opened
flat, parachuting,
or closed, with a
fist-like vitality

.
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the method to

the method to
picking blackberries
and the pace
at which you
move right along
those tumbling
bushes
rely on
knowing exactly
whom you are up
against: rabbits,
the occasional
deer, and – depending
on the time of
day, more or less
worrisome –
the neighbors’ kids
.
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flying into LaGuardia

flying into LaGuardia
on the fourth of
july, with nothing
to make up for
the five-hour delay,
when out of the
city of lights,
an entire garden
lit up, wild blossoms
reaching to greet us
.
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