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
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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
the apple tree
the apple tree is now
only a shattered trunk
rotting away by the roadside
lavender lilacs
lavender lilacs
have bloomed, blown, fallen to earth
now nourishing soil
white lilacs
smell the white lilacs
their heads heavy with raindrops
drink them in, and in
