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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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My Body is Full of Waiting
My body is full of waitingThat heaviness in my chestIs it autumn—?The falling, the dying, the preparingLike squirrels bulking upwhile their arboreal homes slim downAn exchange of energyA filling up and letting go—Something good will come And take my place
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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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Hope is a Kite
My hope is a kite,and grasping even the tiniest length of string,I run. I run and I run,watching it soar to the sun.And I don’t listenwhen they say the string is inadequate or the fabric is too light.I don’t heed the warningsthat if I keep runningI’ll run right off the edge of the Earth.I can’t…
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Snakes
My mother never liked snakes.Once, I saw her shoot two black snakes right out of a tree–they were writhingand weaving together in the branches,hanging entwined making love–but she was not fooling around. Another time,she emptied a pistol into onethat had the misfortuneof wandering through her yard–five shots out of six on target–and then she grabbed…
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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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