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Month: December 2011

363/365

Posted in pick 52

New
vii.

Why do you insist on
turning inward? Branches
curving in the wrong
directions. Limbs
growing heavy until you are hard
to move.

At night we share
an armchair rest. Swaying with
the trains.

The newest leaves
are heart-shaped, green like Spring
and shiny.

Why do you insist on
turning inward?





347/365

Posted in pick 52

Gifts
ii.

These are words…

I found in a box.
By the back door.
Just outside a notebook.
Next to the tracks.
Still believing they could fly.

These I kept under my pillow.

These I kicked out.
Erased.
Let go.
By the side of the road.

These I buried.
Watered.
Transplanted in an
Unsuspecting dream.





345/365

Posted in pick 52

December
iv.

For the places that never
grow old.

For the secrets you never
told.

Oh for the curves and
the dips and
the swerves
and the pull of
outside and
the switch-back and
climb and the
curve

in the curves
of the road.