Hope
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yes to the light turning, delicate summer— language of wonder, bone of miracle; I believe in love I believe in longing— somewhere a boy bangs his fist against a wall—begging magic to open up; what does it mean to be lost in the light of another—to let the rain touch the stamen & stem—what does […]
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The girl wearing a rose garland holding tulips between skinny fingers goes to sleep on a cold con- crete slab in the city square. It’s night & here, we are calling on hope. But just what is hope when dawn breaks /& opens up her innocence to this sad world like the gutting […]
A Great Mourning
A Great Mourning I am learning to mourn All the parts that lay hidden In the whirlwind of my heart, Parts that were Too sharp to leave Too alive for a dead world. I am leaving these parts By the shores of seas And lands that remember my scent, I’m stretching until it feels Like […]