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Poems

Flexibility

Deliverance

Strangers

Leave little brown boxes

On my doorstep.

 

I know what they contain:

Promises offered, made mine

After a small exchange. 

 

Yet I tear them open 

With joy and delight

(and a surprising amount of surprise) 

Though I was told their contents

From the start. 

 

How, then, 

Am I so disinterested

In the eventual delivery

Of Heaven.

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Couches Like Coffins

Couches, like coffins

Enshroud them.

Curled up in situ

Faces illumined and pale.

 

Their hours and days

Yielded up,

Nullified

By their hand hell’d screens.

 

A practice death

For those who forget 

They are living?

Flexibility

Oak

A white mark, 

A morning’s work;

One hundred concentric years

Thrown to dust.

And two hundred

That may have been

That shall not be. 

And not a shade

Or shadow

To remember you by.

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Graduation Haiku

This nest is holy

Love-lined for young wing-bearers

But too soon emptied.

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