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A sparrow sat on the edge of a nest today.
Behind her a warm breeze blew.
At times I feared she would fly away,
But she had no desire to.
Calmly she perched upon the branch so narrow.
Darkness then took over daylight.
Consciously I thought of this small sparrow,
Dreaming then of her as I slept that night.
Eventually I knew that we two would part,
For life is full of winds of alteration.
Except I too knew that she flew into my heart.
Flying away meant devastation.
Gosh it seems like yesterday… that she was my little girl.
Gracefully now she’s flying off alone… into the world.
Behind her a warm breeze blew.
At times I feared she would fly away,
But she had no desire to.
Calmly she perched upon the branch so narrow.
Darkness then took over daylight.
Consciously I thought of this small sparrow,
Dreaming then of her as I slept that night.
Eventually I knew that we two would part,
For life is full of winds of alteration.
Except I too knew that she flew into my heart.
Flying away meant devastation.
Gosh it seems like yesterday… that she was my little girl.
Gracefully now she’s flying off alone… into the world.
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please teach me
Little waterfall,
churning the beautiful rocks broken,
please teach me;
show me how to be happy,
to dance in place for hours
with nothing more to show for it
but more dancing tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow;
show me how to be callous,
to pick the sparkle from the granite
and funnel it out to the fish
and the propellers;
show me how to be brave,
slicing walls in half and in half
even though they will change
your shape;
please teach me, little waterfall,
to live life above the rocks
rather than below them.
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Leave Me My Name
I write my last name like a sigh of relief,
almost prayer-like, as if it could change again
without any forewarning.
The way its letters flow from my pen
is unlike before; it's less fluid,
and my handwriting is a jumble
of cursive and print
with some letters clinging to others
while others stand alone,
statuesque in their autonomy,
just as I wished to be.
It's like I've forgotten how to spell it,
even though it's been mine
for most of my life,
interrupted by that other name
in which I once found peace
because people didn't ask me
every goddamn day
if I had any connection to the country
my family was named after
(it's a long story,
and I rea
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first light (slinky)
it’s one o’ clock in the morning and i’m the only one awake; the only partner i have is the dimness of my screen-light.
the rest of the house is asleep, except for the small night-lights that turn on when it becomes too dark to see;
sad, sorry, automated lights.
lights with no choice but to turn on or off, with only the darkness to tell them when they’re right or wrong;
they are a house without clocks, its inhabitants relying on the rise of sunlight
to wake and the fluctuating starlight of human-named constellations to guide them to sleep.
if it weren’t for the sliver of light in my peripheral vision, iR
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Good one !!