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To all the bad times that served not only to sharpen the eyesight, but also give us the resolve to do the things we need to do but are afraid to do.
Get my new book, Cast Out of Eden! It is available for purchase at Politics & Prose
To all the bad times that served not only to sharpen the eyesight, but also give us the resolve to do the things we need to do but are afraid to do.
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From “Severed Roots”
But the rainy season never came
and the drought never left.
From “Weeds”
as I scraped back bare soil—
the earth I once remembered—
the remnants of what I started with.
From “Pollen”
To be that puff that resides opposite,
away from you,
in the world.
From “Crabapples”
You hear the buzzing
and see the yellow jackets
as they sting your feet
and suddenly,
you notice the present world,
and toss the bitter apple into the street drain,
bidding the uninvited guest to go away.
From “Snowflakes”
My bleached hands
are full of snowflakes I cupped,
that bleed of chemicals they steep.
From “Sun”
molten rock to your core,
depleting you,
thrusting you out of a drunken state,
awake
From “Commuter’s Tears”
Oil rainbows evaporated in the rain,
leaving only the memory behind.
From “Sleet”
Words ceased to leave mouths,
but fall
instead
with the sleet:
a state in between,
never committing
to one side
or the other