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Even If (Poem)
I hand you a diamond
hard cold polished clear faceted
a jewel beyond price
I hand you a heart
soft warm worn pink chambered
itself also beyond price
and with these a key that opens a door
where you find everything
with which you’ve filled your mind these years
would you then be happy
be at peace be able to rest in comfort and ease
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It Could Be Rain (Poem)
no month crueler than any other
nor day nor year nor passing life
suffering not measured by tablespoons
not placed upon a balance scale
what joy weighs against what sorrow
when they look so much alike
a tear falls into your hand without warning
you do not know its source
wetness revealing neither happiness nor grief
you can only stare into the sky
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Self As Haboob (Poem)
stories layered upon stories
words swirling like dust in a storm
narratives constantly shifting
no self that controls
no point to be gotten
no center to be held
eventually the mad twirl settles
there once again is the clear light
morning sun and luminous sky
