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Thinking of My Friend at Dusk
If you were here, I would say to you, Look!Look through the window at that cloud, the way it puffs joyfully up, glowing rose-gold abovewith its lavender underbelly, how its purple is reflected on the snowy rooftop, and the sky, how it glows, too, nursery blue and pink,as if the clouds teach it to soften…
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A Congregation of Robins
My dog and I took a walk in the snow today. He frolicked and danced– but we both paused whenwe saw them: dozens and dozens of robins congregating nearby, alighting on trees and bushes and rooftops,sipping water from a puddle, flying back and forth from one perch to another,their little orange breasts puffed up, but…
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Dissent
They tell me all my tension is in my neckI know why, my body knowsDecades of holding fast the words, the screamsI have a necklace for Justice Ginsbergand the collar she wore when she dissentedAnd now I wear my own dissent around my throat:To say the truths that have been caught there,To speak for me…
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You, the Universe
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My Body is Full of Waiting
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Mary
I’d like to lie down next to heron a giant quilt–the kindmade by an Appalachian grandmotherwith twisted fingers and knuckles like walnuts–and listen to her read aloudfrom her collectionor speak to me softlyof what she had found in the forestthat day as she wandered.I imagine her voice now crackleslike a forgotten recorddusted off and laid…
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Isn’t It?
Isn’t it lovelythat no matter where we land,we can both look up and seethe same stars, the same yellow moonthat have illuminated the wayfor lovers since time began?Isn’t it marvelousthat no matter where we sit,we can both listento the same orchestraplaying in some far-off citya tune written a century agoin another?Isn’t it wonderfulthat we are…
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In the Fall
In the fall I often getsentimental.As the light changes–clarity–I think of other timesthe light wasjust so.A lifetime of autumns,each bringing a newlife change, new aspirations andinspirations–Tonight I threw awaythe baby’s bassinet–the baby who was, replacednow by a boy who will change, too, leaveand return, like autumn,like the trees.
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After the Break
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Hope is a Kite
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