The left hand goes numb
Over time the heart throbs
Read the ancients
They will tell you
We are capsules
In time carrying the weight
It only grows
What we miss we wish
What we hold
Will grow old
And with time the
Answers we sought
Will become more
Evident
A truth untold
In ourselves
Not only ours
Belonging to
All of us
Sharing the best
We hold the worst
In this we find
Later that the
Understanding was
Always a part of us
Never open enough
Inside to receive
An invitation
To the self
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She was the cat that would scratch
A true bitch to the end!
Just a little corn to wet your whistle
Oil your joints and snap you back
Not too many now you know
Could make it harder to keep living
Words or other phrases
Dangling earrings and hymns
On the front porch
Give a stretch and a yawn
Beginning to hold onto the ideas
That maybe we could make
Something if these furies
Wait for the cows to come home
Guess the more we say the
Less there is to be talking about later
Wouldn’t want to lose sleep
Over it but it does feel good
Seeing as the right thing is said
After a long wait for a good time
Or a cuddle under the milky way
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It didn’t really matter after
A few days had passed
He turned the corner and
All the leaves were upside down
One gust of wind was just enough
To perfectly land them this way
Belly up the rest of the night
Must have been quite a sight
But the remaining plants
Weren’t saying anything yet
And then he heard someone holler
beyond the property line,
“In order to survive, we steal and we thieve!”
The texture in the air brought back
Memories of forgetting how to
Wake up regularly as if the
New day was the only thing
That mattered and no one
Knew how to keep score
As before life became like a card game
And we were all tallying our wins
Attempting to excuse our losses
When the best part was just
Experiencing it all by calling
An old friend who understood
Him better than the rest of the world
But he hadn’t had his coffee yet
Because he no longer drank coffee
And thus this made it complicated
To have the first conversation
On any dog walk because momentary
Silence was required to be
His whole self again but this was also new
Like keeping score so the decision
Was necessary to be made
There would be no more adding
There would be no more subtractions
He would only be
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I’m not even sure
I want to see
What I think I’m going to
But I look
Anyway
Don’t forget if you ever need me
I’ll come running
Don’t forget you’ve warned me
Pretend you’ve made a bargain
You’ve got to live up to
As much as you want love
I know you need your freedom more
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Poétique 