6:15

this morning the sun
streaked the sky with ruby wonder —
but i went back to bed

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tethered

is it a chain or
a root that holds us here; is
it fear or just love?

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network

the young grass stands slight
and fragile against the cold.

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carlow

lichen-laced gravestone
weathered white with age:
there we read our name

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telephone

how ‘bout a phone call?
they offer, brave or crazy.
i always say no.

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west of eden

on this side of the
prelude to spring, all of that
secret world is gone

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sunset

i know you’ll forget
but the sunset is golden
against the bare elms

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