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You, the Universe
If you lay on the ground,a mirror to the night sky,the entire Milky Wayreflected on your skin,I would kiss every staron your surfaceand make love to the universe.
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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
I sweep the porch, and each time I finishmore pieces of the broken glass sparkle in the sun,the breeze lifts and the piles of hairbegin to dance. Everything everything everything in my life is telling me:Have patience. Nothing can be contained. All is love. The sun shines on my face. I am healing.
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The Peony
One of my peonies has finally openedA preponderance of petalsAn explosion of perfumeSo brief and so generousI wish I could sitAnd spend the entirety of its bloomingAdmiring its beautyAnd shouldn’t we feel this wayAbout one anotherDelighting in each freckle, each curveAppreciating the small offeringOf a life, which is everything
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Cosmic
Do not be afraid of yourself, love. Do not fear your being, your living, your breathing, the fervency of your idea, the quickness of your heart. Do not fear your fear, your sadness, your gladness. You are made of all the same wonderful bits as this earth. There is something of the universe in you–and…
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To B, On Her Birthday
On your birthday, my dear friend, I think of you, and sunshine– because the two are so entwined in my mind– you light up every room with your perma-smile, your energy bringing dull places to life. You carry light with you, golden curls bouncing, always a touch of bronze on your skin. And your heart,…
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Sinking
I close my eyes and lie back, float slowly down into a sea of you, your arms, your body wrapping around me like waves pulling me in, enveloping me in a quiet, peaceful death, like home, like comfort, weightless, silent but for a heartbeat. I sink into you until we can’t be told one from…
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Why Does the Storm
Why does the storm Always make me think Of you? Could you Roll through me Like the thunder, Saturate and flood me Like the rain? Maybe You have the power To give me life and Devastate me equally. Wouldn’t I love To have you Pouring down on me, Your hands and your lips Washing over…
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