Matter

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What you know is there, there is
You sixth-sense the far rumble from many-a-mile 

With barometer’s grace, you notice the change 
In the air, in your knees, in the bees
An ambery atmosphere resonates now 

As it all becomes new, what you thought you knew 
Turns a corner and trouble you find

Want turns to need and then back again 
The dance in the walk of your days spins, then stumbles
Love lives deep and cannot tell why

The quiet speech inks the world and your skin
This means everything -beyond that, nothing

Amber Jade

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She clutched with warm, weakened fingers 

At the cold, cold concrete 

Fallen 

On purpose to remind herself

She would never, never

Never, never win that dance

In the contest she didn’t know she’d entered 

Happy

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I know you’re wrapped in bedhead 
Blue
That I’ll never get my blanket
Back
That you don’t own a funny 
Bicycle
That a fast one, you are
But
I know I’m happy I never left you 

Mostly Mist

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 I knew the moment was thick
I knew the air was ripe
And Summer was coming with flowers and all

I’ve not seen such storms since
Electric and flashing nonstop at night
And the garden gave proof at daylight

I knew there were miles to run 
I knew there’d be whirring wheels down unknown roads
And I let white petal-thoughts lead

I’d not thought that Fall I’d fall
Rising then falling again and again
And I’ve touched no sweet blooms at all