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You would be
Evergreen in the
Spring, blending
Thick and prickly in,
Endearing your rough
Roots to the new season’s
Dew. They slither and hiss
Among the grass blades, 
Yelling shadows while
Searching for the calm blue sky.

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Braid the sunset
And weave the river slow-
Let it sparkle between burnt evening strands,
Hold my hands.
Take my soul
And look through it into the light
That flows between water and sky,
Soothe from it the night
That scratches deep
With clock-face fingers.
Keep the morning shadows too-
Let smooth sun slants
Warm my face,
Illuminate you
In the daybreak.


Our future is colored
Wildflower acoustic,
Fragrantly free.

Drifting seeds and sounds
Blend blue with the sky
Until clouds ripple
Like ocean waves
And the surf sparkles
Between constellations.


I kept the curly ribbon
He cut from the clouds,
That’s what sits inside, you know,
It shows a little
When the sun sets
Or lightning’s silver scissors
Chase it across the sky.

It’s tied behind my eyes now,
Shining through the blue
When good memories
Rustle the color bundle
Like a fall breeze
Giving goose bumps,
An everyday celebration.


You are the moon,

The big, bright moon.

No one can reach you,

They are afraid of the distance in between.

Just keep reflecting the light

Don’t fight the sounds

That taunt,

Let the darkness absorb each one.

You can laugh as they echo

Off constellations,

You only deserve celebrations

As you orbit us all.


Blue wallpaper pasted to the floor,

Hardwood walls and white-tiled door.

Half-awake, heavy eyelashes fall

Blending room with dream and all

The skylines in the world

Are blowing, unfurled by

Sleepy breaths

In and out, lift fingertips

To skyscraper to lips

Warm with morning,

Soft enough to sing.


Orthodontist’s molds
Of my straightened teeth
And x-rays from before,
School picture days
And Christmas parades
And happy masks in the store.
Silly crocodiles,
Colons and parentheses,
Stars and a waning moon.
The front of cars,
Barbie and her friends,
The promise of seeing you soon.