From “Sweat”
In a city of visitors
absent its usual power suits
and Starbucks hands,
an ordinary day
lingers on.
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From “Dirt”
Red earth mountains rise
from the plains outside
of Oklahoma City
made from everyday life’s one-night stand.
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From “Roots”
that strips the color you hide
when you are naked,
but not the color you prefer
when you are clothed.
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From “Mud”
Her hand did not rise
to point at the pure cup,
but to the one soiled on the outside,
because she trusted not
what seemed to be clean and perfect,
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Excerpt from “Dust”
I don’t know where
these pieces fit,
or if they are even mine,
but I feel they are,
whether they are all with me,
clinging to my body
or still behind in that box
that remains unopened in the corner
marked kitchen goods.
From “The Prophecy”
Like the sun retreats in the west each night,
and as sure as the day will draw to an
end each evening, a mortal’s life hastens
to end in an uncertain amount of
hours, days and years.
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From “The Last One”
One should be leery of the guest who comes
unannounced, for such guests rarely come
by accident, but by a careful plan.
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Prompt #18: The clipped mahogany hair remained on the sink counter long after she left…
From “The Departure’s Promise”
What possessions takes one when one cannot
return home again, to the home of birth,
family, and familiarity?
What of material nature is more
precious and sacred than the touch of a
mother’s, father’s, or sisters’?
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