Poems: old and new.
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We live past hope
Everything seems impossible To the soaked grass beneath the melting snow. And the leafless trees keep reaching Into the blue sky, hopelessly. My neighbor is out in his garden. Pulling Browned remains of summer from the earth. He leaves a pile I’ve read will shelter bees And the papery eggs of praying mantis. I cannot…
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After We Fuck
For every breath you take from me.
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I Promised Her a Poem
Maybe I could write about the pain of missing you. but before I find the words I lose myself again in joy.
