still my favorite dancer
moon. nightime always ends
too soon.
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Red River Girl Posts
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everything ahead is now.
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today is already
tomorrow’s, moon.
but the rest
belong
to you.
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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?
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moonsong
littlest bird
moon. prettiest song.
won’t stop your going.
going.
going.
gone.
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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.
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.
I wanted to tell you
the truth.
Dust your ears
with pollen. You would
hardly notice my tiny feet.
My wings, fluttering
lighter than air.
I wanted to sing you
to life. Send
pinwheel dandelion seeds
to dance
across your cheek.
I wanted to breathe you
in and in
and
in again.
None of this melts
your icicle eyes.
You do not notice
my tiny feet. Wings,
lighter than air.
Truth.