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Month: September 2015

Beholder

Beholder

photos

on the floor

bound in books

with hard covers

pages in the middle

like dried petals

like insect shells

lie formless

in the sand

only in

a stranger’s

hands

TL

Fall

Fall

the shed of leaves

leap and spin

and fill the air

in prima form

the memory of

attachment

this little leaf

on the ground

that once was waving

from on high

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Cuts Both Ways

Cuts Both Ways

never did she

factor this

only saw the steps

away …

no presence did

she feel

as if nobody

hurt but her

and there were times

aplenty

that should have

made it plain

how different

we would see

the same

and maybe I’m

to blame

but some things remain

… unchanged

those things

that change us all

in a matter of a second

a minute more

regardless of when

questioned my resolve

so distance called

a way to bear

the inevitable

loss for loss

the scale

which weighs less

a shield

                                                            or a sword

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“Be Still …”

“Be Still …”

it was

a night

when the lights

went out

and we sat there seven

in the dark

without our faces

on

and talked

and didn’t talk

and time did what time does

right there

in that brick box

we sat in

where the collection

of things

are kept

under lock and key

and in the pitch

we could not see

any of it

and we could breathe

a baby’s breath

a sigh of bliss

for all we miss

and I reach for this

when the lights go out

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Back Again

Back Again

the plane

flew low

in this

small town

I know

where the

mall

was small

when i was

and they called it

Village

for years

and years

and years

then somebody

had a bright idea

to call it

Colonial …

and I forget the rest

but it never

took

so they changed it

back to

Village

but it didn’t stick

so they came up with …

Auburn

as in the university

and now

it’s big and bright

catalog stripes

but still

no books

like it used to be

across from toys

next to Sears

gone is Sears

got the toys back

and took the Dollar out

but left the books

to Millions and Hastings

maybe they jest

haven’t gotten around

to restoring

lost and found

in The Village

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“Across the Border”

“Across the Border”

if you’re looking

you won’t find her

there

turn around

and go

the other way

and when the road

runs out

into the sea

you won’t need

a sign

a compass

or a key

end of strands

will tell

which way

she went

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Truth

Truth

if you stop

loving her

tell her

don’t sell her

if you stop

loving him

tell him

don’t sell him

it’s what

I would have

said to you

but you told me

too late

or too early

or too much

and it tarnished

the truth

of what

I thought

of you

from public

positions

to church and state

to friends

and family

this blind belief

couldn’t be

not him, not her

and the cynic says,

yes, oh yes, it can be

“it is what it is”

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Cracked

Cracked

there were

three blue shells

that made it

on the way down

but didn’t make it

on the way up

and the mother bird

was a speck of pepper

on the cloud

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The Soul

The Soul

in the

center

of your being

there is

something

of long ago

a place you’ve been

where you were

then

a butterfly’s wing

all of it

in a day

every moment

that was

that could be

that can be

that won’t be

that may be

and the eyes

don’t change

when everything else

and I saw you

as I see you

we are the same

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Sight Unseen

Sight Unseen

a petal

before it falls

a raindrop

before it catches

a dandelion

before it scatters

a snowflake

before it hits

a leaf

before it lifts

a sky

before it clouds

a morning

before it mists

a shadow

before it drips

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Life and Death

Life and Death

for some

reason

beyond reasoning

I had this idea

this unspoken idea

that I carried around

through grade school

through high school

through that Freshman year

that somehow

he held all the answers

that if I could just sit down

with him

face-to-face

with my questions

I’d be all right

I’d be able to go on with my life

move past it

like a force

a gravitational force

pulling at me

across the map

into one frame

and I remember feeling

so clear about it

like it wasn’t a choice

I had to go

I didn’t have to come back

but I had to go

I had to know

I had to ask

I had to try

to get something back

that had been taken from me

but he died

at the end of the day

before I could

ask

or try

I got to know

though

accepting this

would take two decades

marriage and motherhood

to understand

I am

the way I am

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