A Bedtime Treasure
An unnoticedaccumulation of dead tree slices that lie among numerous other compilations inan
antique, redwood bookshelf
Chimerical imagination of a grown childcaptured in the crisp, fossil-like golden pages
Protecting the child'sfantasy, a formerly deep crimson red cover, is now a ...
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A Dream
Inthe fall of the day, and the start of night,
with the wind in his hands andthe stars in his pocket
he walked down the road toward a single light
andkept walking, always facing it,
but when he turned his head to theleft,
the light seemed to follow him
and he couldn't ...
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Childhood
She takes the shape of the
Invinciblesnowflake who
Dances as the wind blows.
She sees it fit to beckon mewith
Her everlasting whispers.
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Coming Home on a Wintry Evening
Hangdown ... pock-marked cement
Searching for bright copper pennies ...
Face up... unsullied air and crimson sun
They tell me to look down again
To noticethe pits, the stumbling blocks ...
Eager to impart hard-earned stores ofwisdom
To this stubborn mound of flesh ...
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eboshi
[for bjf, as always]
well, bethany j ihear
you've lost your red balloon
i heard shotgun prayers
left youholding a handful of -
pitter-patter children's laugher
beating a rubberheart
through the snow.
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for another day
shiver in the morning
a hopefor
scripted day to blur
which usually comes true
back to home
alittle piece of solitude
to hand on for the night
if possible:
to curlup in warm arms
...
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Hypocrites
I look around thehouse
seeing crucifixes
plaques filled with Bibleverses
"footprints in the sand" hangs over the computer
andcrosses over their hearts
they save the bulletins from Sunday Mass
andread them as though they will save their souls
the only thing ...
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Listener
He learned early not to listen all toooften, and he chose carefully what to listen to ... and which birds to recognize... and which people were worth recognizing ... and he found himself oftenlistening only to birds,
And he learned to separate their songs ...
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Plummet
Girl
layin her field
of sun and daisies picking
softly from the sky clouds
shehad molded in the back
of her mind some
time ago when stories still
hadbedtimes and promise
was packaged under trees.
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Reborn Soul
Mouth to mouth, you blew
life into the chest of the zombified young man
whorevived, air passages
newly unsealed, newly recovered from a shatteredheart
Christmas lights turned on again
inside a dismal closet;
yourepainted hope and faith in his mind.
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The House
The paintis thick on the walls,
but the floorboards are showing,
careful - youmight fall through,
the windows are wet with fog,
and the shades arewearing low,
the ceiling stands restrictful,
and the furnace has brokedown,
the pipes have burst suddenly,
the ...
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The Power of Snow
It'sthat time of year again,
The morning's glory is frosted,
A howling galeshakes buildings,
The trees shiver, clear down to their penetratingroots.
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This Is Where I Live
thisis where I live
with scented smells of mom's Chinese cooking
pungent sweetPeking sauces sauntering in the air
steam of the rice seeping in mynostrils
sizzling cracking to life simmering on the skillet
warm glow ofthe dim kitchen light catches mom's sweating brow
just ...
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Untitled
Youlook at me,
Your every movement
Saying "you don't know me"
When I am the only one who does.
When everyone else
Turned theirbacks
And refused to listen
To your cries of pain.
Your threats ofdeath.
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