Miso Not So Bad

Shaved brussels
Not yet past their prime
Fresh peas, though the ideal
Unneeded, now, to build this meal

Please pray with me
My dying wish — the miso’s not gone bad
In the refrigerator way

Kitchen shears that snip-snipped happily at chives that waited just for me
All
Summer
Long
Somehow found their way to the floor
Could be an honest omen, or
A sign of what’s to come

Not my garden’s tomatoes, fool
They’re for another day!

Please forgive the white, white rice
Devoid of what I crave

Sesame to remind me and tofu hacked haphazardly
Tamari, I wish

Here, this delicious dish

The Nile

What
I’m thinking
You already know
This
I already know
What
You’re thinking

What
You’re wishing away
I already denied
This
You already denied
What
I wish away

Given all we think
And
What we know
Despite all we wish
And
What we deny
I cost too much

Not Enough Miles Away

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I, having opted instead for distraction
Skipped the moon crawling across the sky
For, if not for wishes
What’s the moon for

I, having once been the one
Wishes felled from her lips
A woman of goodness asking of gods
Who hoarded her pleadings

I, having looked away now, see
Their entertainment satisfied
By the light of the moon
Just another satellite

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Brave, beautiful smile
Soon someone will see
The construct of courage behind you
The how you wish lifebreath would flee  

Green, generous eyes
Emptiness eats at your soul
All the belief good would find you
All you wished kindness the goal

Bellwether 

This Day again 
And this place
Here I move happily up That Hill
At an easily difficult pace
On account of my heart
And all that it hopes and hoped

I close my eyes to make a wish
A steady shutter
A sturdy tripod 
On solid ground
A bellwether
Are all that comes to mind