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Where? (Poem)
not there yet, and yet here
resting, grounded in groundlessness
arising as a playful moment, a brief jewel
sparkling with infinite reflections of all other gems
caught as a node in this boundless web
this rippling expanse of joyous laughter
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How He Died (Poem)
he did not break in the obvious way
no splintered snap, a branch bent too far
no fissured crack, a stone’s hidden fault
he withdrew himself
a quiet subtle piecemeal going
as if hoping no one would notice
as if he himself did not want to know
holes appeared in the small fabrics of town
that once would have been patched before anyone saw
his kindness and care had been such threads
all the community felt his loss
though they knew not that they mourned
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Comfort In Apples (Poem)
the journey to our farm, the winding path
my father with me at his heels
the green fruit itself, carefully cut into quarters
then sprinkled with a dash of salt
my father explaining that salt cuts sourness
the first bite, I tasted the truth of this
the second brought to mind the wash of the Gulf
the third a hint of the acrid clay that lines the bayous
the fourth the slow bitterness of tears
I swallowed such realization and with a grin
held out my hand for more
