Candles


With the day
at the far side
and given it
may be a while
until its return,
as much as
you’re able
to too easily
fumble toward
the soft belly
of your cave,
once ready,
another way
is to unfold
all the parts
and lift open
both eyes to
take count of
how many
are trying
to put candles
in your hands

(April 21, 2020)

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Young Tomatoes

The sun had not crested the wall
I was sure you were sleeping
when I lifted the covers and
stepped out into the yard

In a world both quiet and warring
the air can feel tight, no? But
then I see what I’ve created
together with our Mother

I speak to them; we touch. With the
scent of tomatoes on my hands
how can I not feel at home
despite what today brings

(March 31, 2020)

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What I Read

A woman went to the North
to live between the mountains
away from the world, and it
was there that she wrote about
the mainstream news stories
you and I read on a regular
basis. Her premise discussed
how inconsequential it is for
trains to crash and awards to
be given and mild rain to
pass through and new hires
to be announced (some of these
were made up for effect) when
you live in the wilderness. I
suppose out there a person’s
perception changes and isn’t
so centered on being better
than they were the day prior.
Anyway, I have not viewed
news in the same light since
reading her words, and am
adding a few of my own here
so that you might make your
own decision on what I read.

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Send

This article
I think
might be
appreciated
by you

It has been
three and
one half
years but
why not

I open a
new email
message
and type
the note:

Thought you
might like
to read this
so just
sharing


And look
your city is
mentioned
among the
others


I am sure
this will
spark an
exchange
and soon

It is only
two minutes
until I am
notified:
undeliverable

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At the Gate

Once the race is run
don’t the horses circle back
counter clockwise across
the same turf where once
they stood inside the gate
muscles warmed, minds
furlongs in the future.
Isn’t it also true that in
running the final stretch
they return to the place
new races will unfold?
If I were a horse consider
me ready to be loaded in,
not for the first time,
listening closely for the
bell in the way that I once
was a mare inside a gate
waiting my turn to run
and would like to again

December 30, 2019

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Best Dress

I have slipped into you,
put you against my skin,
You learned my walk by
holding pendulum hips,
took a place in my home,
often hung by the door
to my bedroom – I can’t
recall how many times
I’ve looked over from bed
to see you waiting for me
and thought how lucky
to have found each other

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