She Really Is

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She is not He
Nor an It or an If

She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be

Where If Goes To Become

She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To

She Really Is

She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal

There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love

She Is Leading Me

Bananas

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Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
And rising

Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
Red reminds me of yellow
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
And oranges

Holding Space

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Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed

Here, look from my window

Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball

Coupling

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Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You

Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me

Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We

Fire To Firmament

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These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly

The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth

My spirit bird, a Phoenix

Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination

To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament

New Native

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The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her

1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood

Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes

Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown

Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free

Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus