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January 2021

10.

Under the darkened “know,”

the mind tricks all play throughout the burrows,

Where the mole lives. Where the vole lives. The snake.

“Better to be above, better to be leaving”

No, you can’t trick me out, you con,

You self-fulfilling weasel,

If i feel the waiting, i remain.

Who am i?

The more i stay-the-night, the more the wait,

,the pause,

will have been worth the sun.

Who am i?

11.

“Rain soaks into the trees like milk”

could it be?

12.

Soft spoken, but now impaling,

Hanging, she’s become tiny specks of dust

She has hung, these specks of dust in these sunbeams

far too beautiful to be ignored, for far too long

but still i don’t notice often enough,

the thing i wished i’d wished i’d had my glasses on for,

Wished i’d had my camera steady for

still falls slow.

Still it shows time, and

oh, there’s plenty.

13.

Out here is where people and deer go to kill

each other

Around the bend, around the next

I took his life with my car, he took mine with his life

My heart swells and it dies down again

Rain soaks into the trees like milk

14.

the moment i saw your aura, i had to

laugh, you have to forgive me,

the gold, so monarchical

yet so sky-in-the-boonies blue, all at once

the glory ‘round your body

wears two pairs of underwear at the same time

15.

hummin' your words louder than you could speak them

the mouse understands better than anyone else

your quick heartbeat, the vibrant colors

you are so drawn to

the constant need for motion and change

no anxiety, no, not for you,

this is just existence

you love it too,

3 countries you don’t even know exist

thousands of miles of land that move beneath you

right under your wings as you escape

to greener pastures or wherever it is you can take a sip

of water

maybe start a family

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

16.

stolen shoe, stolen fishing pole, wet sock

the gifts of the river that became

like mountains more deadly

in a dream

water peaks like gold-lined clouds

filled in deep with ominous green-teal murk

the very same colors of grandma’s emerald ring

it’s often that the sky is indistinguishable from a body of water

being mostly a body of water itself

would you submerge?

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