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As the weight of the snow bends the bough,I consider the weight of the world.The branch could crackAnd part of it will be lostLeaving a scarAnd a feeling in the treeThat it is incomplete.Or a wind of change could comeAnd cause all that troubles the treeTo cascade to its foundation.But for now, it bends and…
I don’t think I’ll look for love again. maybe I’ll seek out a dark alley with opioid addicts, hoping for a victim from a foreign town whose absence won’t be noticed for a week or more. or perhaps I’ll take out an ad in the classifieds, if they still have those. I’ll list all of…
The lonely blackbird criesAs she flies across the morning skyOverdue at home to a family“I’m coming, I’m coming.” With nowhere to beAnd no one to take care ofI watch. And sip my coffee.And sigh.
A celebration of silence BecomesA celebration of the creak of the chairThe crack of his neck,The knock of her bonesThe cough of the manConsidering his coffinThe shuffle of feet Obviously stressed by the stillnessThe creak of a kneeThe chair againA sigh of settling for someone Who sighsDuring the moments set asideFor silent meditation And a celebration of tiny soundsinstead of silence.
If I should die before I wake, The laundry pile overflowing My unmentionablesWill surely be mentionedBy those who find me lying hereSleeping naked With a sheet and books stackedWaiting to be readAnd the curtains openSo that if I had arisenInstead of diedSomeone surely would have seen meIn the daylightAnd those who find me deadWould say it was a…
Truth-telling moon, brightly burn my eyesAs you gaze into my room and my bedLooking for someone who shouldn’t be spiedIn my sheets, in my house, even my life. Look each place you please. Make everything bright,The sun has already look’d at my head.You will never find a trace of that knight.No matter the dreams that…
I’m sorry I’m trying. I’m sorry, I’m trying. I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’m so sorry. I’m trying.
You are the omnipresent predictable force Who has shined on me For forty years. Helping me grow Making me bright Making me see the light in me And the world And a little girl. But today, Something came between us my sky darkened And got cold And I felt old. It will happen again And again.
I am so grateful That I understand the math and science Well enough To know that god has not blotted out the sun. And I understand math and science and mystery enough To know That God has blotted out the sun.
