Your good-bye arrives devoid of return address,
all well-wishes and finality.
I do not yet know your meaning of good-bye.
So I check obituaries for ghosts of present, future,
or past, that may never come.
That shifting mirages will haunt my dreams
is my only certainty:
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Fathoms
I don’t know that we are quite so mundane as the diamonds,
rare,
nor like the snowflakes:
Unique,
or merely multifaceted?
The light inside our souls’ zones
goes down in shades,
Sugar and Acid
I’m sorry to your craft beer, but I scan the cocktails.
It’s not that I want a fruity drink- I just can’t pass the citrus.
I’ve seen berries turn what’s sweet to sweeter, then melt to nothing,
but my mandarin soul could make the stoics pucker.
Taking Turns at the Trash Compactor
The man, whose phrase translates
to my grammar if not my custom,
reassures me literally,
Skinny
Dip with me into the lakes,
immersed in murky water, which covers
how far we
we have yet to go.
Trust Displace
If I have said the truth permitted and nothing but the truth permitted,
have you seen, in my navigation of social convention,
my honesty? My openness?
wonder
One of those rare, precious wonders
that makes you want to be alive
for eternity,
for a moment-
Adaptation
Strong and small and fragile and soft,
and always still standing-
#ally #enlightened
The stranger said, “My name is Ken.
What can I ask the god of the universe for, for you?”
I said, “I need my husband to land a job
that pays more bills while preserving his health.”
Ken said, “You don’t understand your plight
as a woman in our sexist world-
Options
I can do
anything,
but sometimes I do
nothing,
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