A shooting star may be but dust
Until it slows against the atmosphere
And flares itself away, and even then
In final glory only for a second,
And even then, alone, unless by
Happenstance a face is turned
Its way at just that fateful moment.
Your dust is real to me now
As mine I hope will be to those who
Someday
By some confluence of miracles
Will for no good reason find me
In a skyward glance and
Raise an eyebrow as they smile.
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Tuck by me wombingly
Little one feverish lost in your
Sleep. Let the hump of my heart
And the whoosh of my
Blood and the weight of my arm
Hold you nothingly easily warm.
Slumber insightlessly weightlessly
Burrow my ribhaven inhale me
Whispylock fleshbundle know
My soft armor surrounding you
Grounding you closely completely
The meat of me there.
Sail with me tightly through this
Our just conscious conjoining in time
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Though I left her cold
The mountain never left me
Cloaked in ice
Vanilla surging toward the
Colder air and melting sun
The alien cone of Fuji-san
Alone above the deep green
Origami of her skirts
Drew me and my children
As it will draw theirs
The beaches blossom here
As breakers hiss and sink
Into the sand
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Though at this point being had and held
Seems right. It
was as I remember it
A promise of reciprocal possession
And the holding sounded sweet. It is.
I hear you breathe above the constant
Crickets there between my failing ears
As morning light begins to slip around
The bedroom window blinds.
I’ll breathe with you a little longer
Here then quietly I’ll rise to just
Another day to have and hold.
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At last
We are the bits of all there is
That we retain
The gathered spoonsful of
The universe that make their way
To where and when we are
A drooping frog-green leaf
Of my magnolia tastes the pane
Outside my dining room the
Gentle breeze a gift
And I move on within the
Warm sweet maelstrom
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I turned just now and saw you touch my knee
With all four fingertips as I drove through
The light Seattle mist the wipers set to slow
And as I did a young girl missed a bus
Because the bakery was busy and
Another doodle dog of some sort
Found a friend and lit a spark along
Two leashes and the car ahead
Had signaled left but after hesitating
Took a right and somewhere someone
Saw that they had set the world akimbo as
I marvel at the sweet infinity of choice and
Accident that brought my knee to where
Your fingertips could find it then just now.
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I know there’s lots of time left but before
I pass to just the eddies where your
Memories reside and nothing more is
Added to the swirl I want you boys
Each one of you to brighten up a few
Of them
Those sounds and pictures in your heads
To be the way they might have been
As though I threw a better spiral
Had the words and sang in key
Held you longer in your hurt
Or knew just what to say that time.
So each of you to please do your part
To keep me ever better in your heart.
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