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2 dreams
It's 31 degrees
I walk the river to the library
thinking of last night's dreams
In the first, a dragon became a river
that lifted from the earth and flew like a kite
In the second,
it was 31 degrees
from the clear blue sky
rained tiny spheres of ice
I walk the river to the library
thinking of last night's dreams
In the first, a dragon became a river
that lifted from the earth and flew like a kite
In the second,
it was 31 degrees
from the clear blue sky
rained tiny spheres of ice
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
It's the deep edge
the brink that resounds.
I'm interested in jumping out of my skin into it
- recording where air ends and water begins -
composing a ledger of edges.
Out that hole
into the snow
past the ice to summer
the water cuts black to green.
Go ahead and fall into it.
Autumn catches your breath and refuses your surrender.
Yet you're wet.
Write it down - "I didn't drown."
the brink that resounds.
I'm interested in jumping out of my skin into it
- recording where air ends and water begins -
composing a ledger of edges.
Out that hole
into the snow
past the ice to summer
the water cuts black to green.
Go ahead and fall into it.
Autumn catches your breath and refuses your surrender.
Yet you're wet.
Write it down - "I didn't drown."
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