a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
i took a walk today a brisk huff ‘n’ puff up the hill and round the block to wake drowsing limbs from the torpor of sitting over-long at a desk and exorcise the mania of a mind too long confined between four walls as i walked along a mist hissed half-heartedly in my face the…
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dust you are
and to dust
you will return
I am the girl from the coffee shop
(The Bird and the Bulldog) —
Though when I say “girl” I actually mean “woman of diminutive stature”
if i could have the year back again
and receive back what it took from me
but lose the beauty that came to be —
would it be worth it, even then?
go gently into this good night
into the good earth
into the good soil
there to wait the coming spring
the baby should’ve looked
like someone they knew
or at least recognized
in that tiny town full
of related faces
when death is no more
He shall joy restore
through ages long we wait the One
whose coming will mean night is done
from ashes cold flame forth in light —
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i don’t always feel its pull
the tug at my heart that says
‘what if all this one day were yours?’
