we stand
on the bridge
connecting two worlds
facing each other
facing out
what moves in the stillness?
stepping forward
backward
not knowing where we’re going.
we stand
on a bridge
connecting to worlds
we dance.
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broken
sore
beat
at the end of the day
bone
tired.
I sit
satisfied
tired
warm
in bed
with a good book
bliss.
How do I stop?
put on the breaks
come into stillness
Once I get going
how do I remember the quietness of my heart?
Do I have enough will
to stop?
stop
pause
break
release
live
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There is a glint in the eye
a sparkle and then it is gone
just as the waves disappear into the stillness of the lake
becoming one
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the wind whips through my hair
the sun kissing my face
I am free
I walk the real life
carrying a drill
and even though the bits are all stripped
I keep working
‘This isn’t structural is it?’
The wind blows
And a delicious tiredness washes over my body.
I am free.
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I am pulling from an empty well
willing
tearing
words
from corners unseen
the logic has gone dry
I find truth.
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is round
hollow
ripped by the sun
the strings strum
the sounds reverberates
filling the universe.
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you call in the morning
kings of the jungle
your screeching pulls me
from my dream-like state
weeding chives
silently
showing off
showing up
on my doorstep
stepping in
wings black
hearts warm
gazed fixed
on the rotting egg.
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she walks into the boutique
takes off her shoes
not wanting to be found
she walks barefoot
stealth
avoiding the sales rep
that is headed straight for her
she busies herself with a rack of skirts
camouflaging into the floral
the sales rep ignores all signs of engrossedness
‘can i help you with anything?’
no.
she sighs
puts on her shoes
and walks out.
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raj
cedars by the creek
fir above the beach
I sit
and try to write to you
the waves lap against the shore
the rain drizzles
I try to write to you in french
escaping the rain
I climb under a tree
and crumple up one letter after another
not
quite
right
I close my eyes
lean back
and surrender
to my unwritingness
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