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Every Little Thing

Like the sun and the rain
and the morning and
the depths of night and
the dew drops on the
grass and the bead of
sweat on your eyebrow

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Unhandy

I can’t put together anything from IKEA
because I don’t have the time to read
pantomiming in print with arrows showing
me how to make go completely insane

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Spilled

and then I look back
at my soul puddle
and realize that
all of my hopes
and dreams might
just be at the bottom
of the Heinz ketchup

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Cold

I don’t feel much when
the snow and ice come
because these veins
have been drinking
cold water every day
in the shadow of light

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Sandwich

When I hear the word sandwich, sometimes
I think of myself being stuck between two
people on the subway and not knowing
which of them keeps farting because neither
has lifted their leg or made any indication
that they were the flatulent train rider

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The Length of Time

I don’t know how long it was
between your second-to-last
breath and your last breath,
but I know that time receded
and I was a hologram of myself
in a dirty underhang of despair

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Crumpled Papers

But there was something in all those
crumpled papers that found their
way to all sides of the waste basket
and I think that something was
honesty

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The Cold Side of the Pillow

The cold side of the pillow
is only a reminder of the
choices I continue to make
that suit where I am at
this point in my life as
an older gentleman
who is much more
comfortable in the cold

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Let Them Fly

Just because they can fly
doesn’t mean they will fly
away into the clouds above
leaving us holding their perch

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Breathless

My breath continues strong,
refreshed by a long walk
and propelled by the thrill
of parenting while parentless
because you can have one
without the other, and it’s
all I ever wanted to have

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Hopscotch

I spend most days leaping
from one box to another,
making sure not to fall
into the blank spaces
that separate me from
the rest of the world

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Unmoored

But sometimes, if we
allow ourselves to break
free from our dock,
the open sea is all
we need to find the
courage to swim free

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Pockets

Sometimes, I like to store
my emotion in a shirt
pocket because then
I can take it out and
look at it before I throw
it into a street gutter

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Confetti

A bottle pops open
and nothing spills out
because this whole time,
I’ve been the confetti

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Fireflies

Pitch black, trees sway
Birds sleep in the night
I stare straight up into
the vast night sky
and all I see are
fireflies

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Humdrum

Same dinner, same plate
That chair near that window

Same show, new season
That snack and that hat

Same steps, same path
That mug and that view

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Drifting

Aimless, like a broken
weathervane on top
of a ramshackle barn
in the middle of a storm

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