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The juniper trees watched over your body
until you could be carried home.
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Your loneliness no longer consumes me
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Roxy Gas and Snacks
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On the mother night of Yule
you buried an old love
in a new body
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She said
-Don’t fear-
deer bones left in the woods
Angels clinging tight
soft singing through the oldfield pines
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They have their currents
synchronized signs
& we have our tremors
earth shattering lines
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I use to write about landscapes and love.
That’s the funny thing. It was always about love back then. A mountain, a forest, a desert. It was always about love.
When you’re the lover you feel it. You’re almost optimistic that love is everything.
It changed. The scenery, the romanticism.
You can’t go back once the veil is lifted.
Once it all dies down.
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Winter’s dark season blanketing
beloved strangers
in a shroud of old memories
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When it all comes together it doesn’t matter. I dream of you, of space, of things that don’t really matter anymore. The gaps between language. Between understanding. Every frontier that was or will be. A trail in the mountains, a forbidden rim. I’ve killed time, took classes, bought things to compensate for everything that can’t be. I’ve lost names just to keep yours.
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This is an eye
We are all here
we see, we feel
Then move on
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You never really meet as strangers again
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You existed before anyone’s preconceptions about you
You might exist afterwards too.
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You said:
We came here & never left
There’s two places now
And they’re both very real
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The imaginary world destroyed
by soft, feather blows
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The flowers still rise
the sun tracing the sky
rabbitbrush yellow
congregating
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