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Years From Now (Bonus – April 1st)
Years From Now Although I cannot see your face As you flip these poems awhile, Somewhere from some far-off place I hear you laughing – and I smile. ~ Shel Silverstein
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Spider (April 1st)
Spider A spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles And specks of dried-up tears, … Continue reading
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I Could Let You Go
I Could Let You Go as if opening a crepe sail on a raft of linden downriver with no glacial cut swerve down soft like bourbon if I could ask the waters then to chop to shake an apology when … Continue reading
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Each year
Each year I snap the twig to try to trap the springing and I relearn the same lesson. You cannot make a keepsake of this season. Your heart’s not the source of that sort of sap, lacks what it takes … Continue reading
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Untitled [Places among the stars,]
Untitled [Places among the stars,] Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here In a place of blackness, Not your golden days Nor your … Continue reading
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Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with … Continue reading
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Sharks in the Rivers
Sharks in the Rivers We’ll say unbelievable things to each other in the early morning – our blue coming up from our roots, our water rising in our extraordinary limbs. All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and … Continue reading
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A Spiral Notebook
A Spiral Notebook The bright wire rolls like a porpoise in and out of the calm blue sea of the cover, or perhaps like a sleeper twisting in and out of his dreams, for it could hold a record of … Continue reading
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Those Winter Sundays
Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. … Continue reading
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