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7/365

January 7, 2014

today is already
tomorrow’s, moon.
but the rest
belong
to you.





278/365

October 7, 2013

Outside the office,
freshly-planted hostas are not rushing. Not reading
an email
Sent from my iPhone.

White tongues on green leaves reach out
to taste the air.

Is it Fall?





187/365

July 12, 2013

moonsong

littlest bird
moon. prettiest song.
won’t stop your going.
going.
going.
gone.





124/365

May 4, 2013

If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Carrots…

We tried eating carrots in salad,
moon. We tried eating carrots
plain. We peeled, chilled, serrated,
chopped, steamed, sliced, pureed–
We fed them to horses
with hay.

We tried dipping carrots
in traditional ranch. As recipes
dictate, we grate, pickle, roast,
blanch.

We mixed them with
peas. Serve them blackened
with beans. Julienne them at hostels
in France.

But whenever we bite them,
we just can’t seem
to like them.

So we may not
eat carrots.

Again.





52/365

February 21, 2013

Jim knows a thing about packages
moon. this one may be small
but it’s perfect
(for you)

(Frank thinks so too)

birthday





356/365

December 21, 2012

moonsong

this big ol’ sky is a dance floor
moon. gonna fox trot and tango
all over you.

(Jim can’t compete)
(two left feet)





350/365

December 15, 2012

Things I Wanted To Write About While There Was Still Time


Your smile.

The way you turn
to face the window
as
you walk in.

Careful to stand
with your outside boots
inside the rug.

How the weary day dissolves
in the last pool
of December sun.

Reminding me to love exactly
this moment.

As if there wasn’t

another one.





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