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Useless

Abandoned, along withWhat no longerFinds use, I fill my arkWhile the flood, angryAnd possessed,Picks up the dropped broomsAnd sweeps us all away.If I could take all my thingsI could fill up the seasWith picturesWith memories. These barrenThings cannot reproduce.They’re useless to you,So die with me.There’s another vesselMore expansive than mineOne stolen from the earthItself –

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Grief

Sometimes we become broken,Cracked wide open andRise above the livingLike storm clouds.Calling to us with distant thunder,Electrifying our bodiesWith bolts of lighteningAlighting the skiesWith nature’s sobbingHer way of bereavingHeavy with the water of grief.When her wind picks us up that’s The time I rise to attend to my garden,Through eyes unable to discernWhats weed for

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Who’s at the door? Emerging Carefully from Lockdown

“Someone’s knocking at the door/ somebody’s ringing the bell/ someone’s knocking at the door/ somebody’s ringing the bell/ do me a favor, open the door/ and let ‘em in” Paul McCartney Dreaming of the things we took for granted I feel a bit of fresh air finally coming in through my open door. Along with

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