after GBW
My veins are vines—
my arms, branches—
lips, soft moss:
Instead of sorrow,
I sing songs
of wind and rain.
(July 31, 2018)
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Static allowed no pauses
to slip his supplications
into their conversations.
Filled with honey, his mouth,
spoke too slowly, too low,
to be heard over the swarm
of bees infesting her ears.
The tea cup had no depth
beyond the damp leaves
he fingered metaphorically.
It was too late to go back,
to be what he was not,
to grow his silent desires
from the salted earth.
(May 28, 2018)
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apologies to u-t-l
silence surrounds,
it spins, it grows.
beings sprout
in silence.
the secret’s
hope;
listen:
a snowflake
kisses leaf’s tip
at forest center.
(December 26, 2017)
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