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Hope

So
Do


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My mom

I think she knows a thing
about living, of love, a generous line
She builds shelters from sand,
mixes sugar with water for humming
bird wine. In her home she sets
shells out for wayward crustaceans. She 
builds lean-tos of palm fronds and plantains, 
sea glass and chards; she photographs 
chalice blooms. Her cupboard doors
are lined with fingerprint dreams - 
maps of unchartered seas, blue
and green.  Yet the wind finds
its way in, through louvered 
screens. It hides by the bookshelves
counting pennies and seeds. 
Each night, still she sets 
out her intention, shakes out 
the sheets, and sighs 
into the wind.


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Dreams

I had dreams of
things to come
and ignored them, 
every one.


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She chose chocolate

Over and over again


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Flowers Bloom

Flowers bloom
even while no one is watching,
where no one can see them
or appreciate their beauty


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So cute

And admirable too
Xo


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Love

Maybe
And mansions


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Alphabet Soup

Alphabet Soup

A is for Ace
B is for Believe
C is for Chopsticks
instead of a spoon


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my father's barn

Gingerly, she climbs to
where the wood has weathered, and
the latch, is rusted and black. 
Gone from brown, it
eases away. Light pierces 
the darkness, through every crack
and knot hole, she climbs 
to warmth and wades, 
through hay, past steamer 
trunks and packing
crates. 

The garden yields thick bottle 
rims, stirrups, a buckle, a bit
of old leather. Egyptian onions' 
purple plumes, line the fence. 
Chocolate mint, overgrown, 
and rudbeckia sprouts
nasturtium's winding tendrils, 
loose dirt. 

Hay, golden, like a Vermeer, swirls 
and turbulent spikes, make flat long 
pleats of similar lengths, braided and
golden, catching the sun. 

 


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Christmas

Comes once every year


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