flags half mast, rain wet
we mourn for our children
red stripes on the flag

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blue moon (55)

This blue moon,
just one more made miracle,
as if the moon itself isn’t a gift;
midsky, bright

the full fatness we walk under
tells the end;

no harvest reaped but bones.
There must be indian names for this:
Ash moon, bitter moon, full heartbreak moon–
a disk achingly bright, floated in 2 a.m. sky.

***for dVerse

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what can I bring
to this banquet
but crumbs?

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the apocalypse that wasn’t

12/21/13:
so winter begins
this thin-sunned solstice
birthing another season,
the furthest in our tilt
from the sun

and no world ended today

at least not visibly
or commented on

but perhaps
it is time to begin another
where we do not mark
the shortest day

but celebrate
the longest night

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the new world

the new world
waits, like a penny
to pick up

toss
into air
and guess
which face lands up

a game
where rules
change
on a dime

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letter to an old lover

I don’t remember the color of the walls
in the room where we first spoke,
but I do know the color of the glove
I left in your car so I would see you again–
dangerously red and obvious,

dark as a lipsticked kiss
staining a white shirt collar, evidence of sin.

 

***We are writing letters at dVerse today.

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simple is sometimes sugar
in six-carbon rings

but we are far more complex–
the bite of lemon on the tongue,
a kissing bitterness

only sweet in the remembering

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