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Is The Cost Too Dear? (Poem)
what do you want?
you can have the sky,
washed in early morning
by pale sun.
you can have the ground,
bejeweled in cold hours
by glittering frost.
you can have the song,
offered in shadowy spaces
by calling doves.
all require a fee,
one quite marked in these times:
you must pay attention.
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Estrangement (Poem)
does it matter that the morning sky
shades the deepening purple of a bruise,
the dark hue I saw in her eyes
just before she knocked me to the floor?
does it matter that I think the moment beautiful
when the clouds lower to cover night’s regret,
the sigh she would follow with a kiss
before she told me that nothing really happened?
does it matter that I do not care for the sun’s bright light
because she threw me into the shadows?
it does not, not at all.
I was born in the darkest hour.
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Closer To Home (Poem)
never a place
not shelter built with brick or wood
not land passed down through time
not candlesticks carried in hurried flight
never these, though closer
not the one who loved in childhood
not the one who did not
not teachers encountered through many years
not community gathered round
closer still but not even these
a fragment of song, halt in aged voice
a sip of tea, earthy depth with each cup
a scent of salt, overlay to morning fog
and the wrinkles of a beloved hand
