Forbidden

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I decorated myself with you
Reached, but in no way grasped

Sprinkled you about me
Without the care whether or where

You landed
Beautifully, making a mess

Twice, I was asked incredulously
Is this safe

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Side Impact

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It would be as if some wild mass
One that’d further made me joyous
Crashed into me
Then died
Once God’s plan’d
Crashed into it
And I, now differently affected
Was forced to continue
Unmoved
As if

Love Dust

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With what gloves do you handle
Your mother
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!

With what boots do your walk upon
Your mother
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!

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All Sin

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“Yes.” I’d reply
Hoping it is you who’d ask
“Be kind?” I’d ask
Hoping it is you who’d reply

“What direction, your view?” I’d inquire
Wishing due East stole your breath
“Due North.” you’d breathe
Wishing, knowing I’d inquire

“Adieu.” I’d hear
Feeling my impending fall
“Surprise!” you fell
Feeling my agony, wanting to hear

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Photographic Memory Expedition

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One would ask, “Wouldn’t it be lovely?”
Driving down gridded streets that sometimes wound East, then South.
Thinking of shutters painted contrasting colors, or perhaps altogether removed.

One imagines children’s summertime voices.
Carefree and popsicle glee, front sidewalks their territory.
As it should be.

One seems perfect there.
Small and yellow, with miles and miles of welcome.
Surely big enough for whatever weather.