Sing all the silenced songs furled inside your heart’s sharp memory, for you are a choir that magically assembles, but briefly and only once.

Poems

The Rush

  Here comes the rush of the morning:

the cold harbor breathes out, and

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  Delicious quivering

found us grinning in

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  Don’t let me be just –

just a stick whittled and trimmed

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  He doesn’t believe me

but a fly in the wine changes it:

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  First blossom today, taking center court as it

floats over the cosmic, kaleidoscopic carp,

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  Pluto, you are out. Just like that.

Heartless.

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