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I always feel like a prisoner in the winter, banished from the outside by the jealous wind. As I get older, I continue to make peace with the cold, but I follow the spring. It is a different door, one covered with vines and stars, and to it I am drawn, as if to a beautiful girl.. no other days compare to her.

The flash of a disposable camera, clicked with young fingers, pink-polished nails. A yellow sun dress patterned with orange daisies. The basket on the bike is filled with stuff for lunch, sodas and sandwiches and things. Laughter resounds over the tops of trees as we careen, the children of May, across the sun-spotted road.

The compass points north
You know, this is Saturday
That means we go east

You yell to me that I run too fast, but all I hear is my heartbeat in my ears. I look back, you run faster. The evening begins to cast a spell in our town; the colors purple and orange appear like watercolor in the sky and we both stop to watch. Vapor trails crisscross above us, they're streaks across the fading day, pieces of the memories we've made.

Heat lightning at night
She's reading a magazine
Sarah's rare green eyes

To your door we go, but only you proceed. Your father doesn't trust me yet, but I tell you that I'll try harder. Maybe, one day, he'll give me a pat on the shoulder and a smile. It does hurt, I won't deny, to listen to the screen door wheeze shut and hear your bounding footsteps on the stairs. What comforts me is that I know tomorrow brings you around again, walking through a high archway, lovely enough to steal the sun's attention from the flowers.

These suburban dreams
The pink and yellow houses
Waiting with my thoughts

-For Debbie Guzzi's "Spring Haibun" contest

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Erie

I owe so much to you 
When you pulled at me,
Tugged me from my toiling, 
When I was crouched low,
In the kitchen, blurry choke of tears 
I saw the outline of your peninsula 
Etched in florescent blue in my mind
A little red star on a map 
Such a hard drive (for me and the Ford) 
But I, swept into the arms of that gentle house, 
Saw a clearing in the nettles, one that I could pass through
And those turned to violets that kissed me as I was waking up 
And going to bed, listening to the healing black wind 
Through the many cracked windows 
Presque Isle with her flags and sea glass 
The promise of going to Canada 
Turning my head to look at the lake, that dark lake
Itself enigmatic- a sea but not a sea 
I think about that, brush the snowy sand from my palms 
Yes, in a way,
That could be me

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Virginia

Virginia's abound with hills that roll off her shoulders
Wet rocks glisten on the edge of the lazy water 
Translucent fish arching through the cold channels 
Silver barbed hooks rusting in tree trunks
Dangling over the water, and breathing life into the earth

Wet like your skin, see-through blue eyes 
Making waves as the children pirouette off the stone cliffs
Disappearing into the emerald green and slate shadows 
Meeting the cool rush of the river when they get down there
Or that old carp that Lizzy caught last summer but she let go 
Swim bladders shining like mirrors, reflecting oily promises 

Running after the great blue, pistons heaving in the hills 
Soot on daddy's solemn brow, over his gentle eyes 
They all come running, soaking and plodding home
Eager hands grasping for the pie in the window
While the last beat of the summer wind kicks around
Makes the quilt with many colors take flight on the line 
One more day under the belt, and another notch in the bed post 
Sleep like kings, little Southern Royalty 
That old time hang dog moon will see you through

Best Poems Written by Jeremy Martin

Great Barrier Reef

Spider Songs

Moth

Memento Mori

Circles of Slumber

For My Mom

In the Morning

The Warmer Months

Erie

Virginia