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Two Exit a Poem

we walked apart, for the most part,
rarely hand in hand,
in separate lanes, using different guides,
only one foot of four
ever touching the ground,
making it odd
that we step on each other’s toes
when we never danced closely.

we never danced closely.


When Waters Still

When waters still,

safe harbors
appear,

and I expand to fit the view
alongside those once drowning,

the recognized, and the forgotten,
who mirror me, and I them,

some salvaged souls,
granted a foothold in Grace

by waters stilled.

Grief is a privilege
and a promise.

I am become.


My Hands Smell of Firewood

My hands smell of firewood,
having fanned weak flames since dawn,
whipping smoldering embers into a blaze
that fails. Gone. It is gone.
It is gone.


Light on the Water

Light on the water

illumines forevers,

the blessed knowing

more follows this moment.


The Shadow We Cast

STacked


I am Watching a Small Flying Insect

I am watching a small flying insect
trapped inside my house.
Confused and clumsy,
he searches for sign posts,

reasoning his whereabouts
through large panes of glass.

Spotting the place from which
he became airborn,
piloting a freedom,
now suddenly withdrawn,

a complex presence,
for whom I open a door

and grant the whole outside.
While I wait for a thank you,
he bites me, you know.
I am the reason he flies.


The Book

The Book


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