Unfolding

Thoughtfully unfolding

into yet another day,

it seems at last to come to you:

there’s never not a way.












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It’s Hard to be as Beautiful as I am

It’s hard to be as beautiful as I am.

It’s hard to be so beautifully blue.

But since you’re not as beautiful as I am,

it must be so much harder, dear, for you.










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Yesterday

Yesterday you were

a dullard.

Today you woke up

multi-colored!










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They Sat There Like That All Night

Whatever he was quietly

imparting to her ear,

it clearly wasn’t lending her

a modicum of cheer.

We hoped that she would find

a way to find a way away from him,

but they sat there like that all night.

She couldn’t seem to stray from him.










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Shot Up From The Earth

Shot up from the earth –

an easy birth

of slender root and vine:

a concubine

of dirt.

So far it hadn’t hurt.

You hadn’t had to toil.

You rather liked the soil.








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He Just Found Out

You know how

you don’t know how

you got here, yet you’re here?

He just found out what to do about it:

disappear!

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The Thing That You Were Not

Today resistance grew so rabid that it took a form.

It grew warm,

then it grew hot.

Today the thing that you were not

became the thing you are.

It wants to push until it’s gone too far.

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