in spring the purslane
pops up underfoot
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corrugated
in winter the cold
corrugates the soul, crumpling
it up like paper

echo
could the echo be
a candle in the darkness
bending the silence?
6:15
this morning the sun
streaked the sky with ruby wonder —
but i went back to bed

tethered
is it a chain or
a root that holds us here; is
it fear or just love?
network
the young grass stands slight
and fragile against the cold.

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

at dawn
at dawn death rolled back
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love lies bleeding
my love lies in darkness
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i suppose i could say
i suppose i could
say nothing happened today
but that is a lie