the way you tilt your head
when I want to believe
you love me
all the things that have
led to an orange in
your hand
tell me, so I can know
them all
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When Rain Came to You in Winter
I learned there is a price for
wild, for free
In that moment when sky
was sea.
The world in motion, your
iron will,
You’ve flown away; I see
you still.
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I imagine
I imagine them all
young – always –
the birds that fill
afternoons –
shouting:
“we’re still here!”
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tell me
tell me about your sea
how the water produced
a walrus one year
how the water produced
the tourists
how the water brought
me here to sleep in the sand
while you read
while you read
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the moon has gone silent
steam rises from
swirls
sleepless trees –
ice ruminating
architectures
of violets – in dreams
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raining
come
the leaves
there was you
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The Cat Poem
Gather yourself
into bowls like the cat,
call the day a beauty
because
and because it’s raining,
hand press the wrinkles
until your shirt simply
ripples, give the cat a name
before she runs away
to someone else,
though this will break you,
you will still have
your bowls for another
bedraggled cat to come in
from the season in which
it has chosen you
over all others.
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