the autumn mists hang ghostly white
as sunrise burns away the night
All articles filed in poems
i often wonder
i often wonder what it
will feel like —
that moment when
your arms finally
encircle me
half answers
if doors had windows i would stand on tiptoe nose propped up on the wood between the panes and peer through as far as my eyes could see and my mind could comprehend if doors had windows part of me thinks i would be content knowing all the roads my feet had yet to tread…
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from outside my window
from outside my window
i can hear a single mourning dove’s melancholy coo
while the June wind whips the branches of the oak tree
in between
who are we
in the space in between?
may day
thus has may begun
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o God of yeast
o God of yeast o God of golden butter
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summa gaudium
these flaming things
lovely
trembling delicacy
the book of life
the book of sorrows
ordinary confessions, lamentations
courage, dear heart
april day
a rustle, a roar
branches sway, cottonwood leaves
shimmer in the wind
