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| jo'b |
to hear the music of a thought,
great grandma's rocker
creaking on the porch boards.
Before twilight faded away
I escaped my own mind.
Ravens croaked in the dusk.
Night flooded the woods.
This time I stayed
because I knew the way back.
The trees made room for the stars.
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| jo'b |
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| jo'b |
Late in the thicket of the soul,
where it was slow-going,
overgrown with the brambles and vines
of common catastrophe,
he accepted at last
the hard-earned conclusion
that he lacked the courage
to embrace what he thought
he'd always wanted—
unconditional love,
that uncommon thing—
powerful,
wounding,
and misplaced.
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| jo'b |
Haven't stood in the sea since before COVID,
but I visit often, I can be there anytime I want
when a southerly wind is sighing in the oaks,
I just close my eyes and listen, I just close my eyes
and hear the rush and wash of the surf at my feet,
I just close my eyes and feel the cold ocean
and the sand between my toes, I just close my eyes
and see the band of Venus over the edge of the earth,
I just close my eyes and feel the salt spray on my cheek
and the sunset on my back, I just close my eyes,
and I sense the warmth and the breath
of the absent souls
that make my heart ache for the sea.
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| jo'b |
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| jo'b |
Dew-strung and crowned with dawn
no one could find us
in the goldenrod field
as we had wished,
listening to the bees
chanting as they worked,
our pantlegs tucked into our socks
sprayed with Permethrin
against the stark truths of the world.
