poems
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poems *
boxes and boxes hadn’t been forgotten
a poet once said, I died a hundred times
heartwarming gesture, mystery.
I’m drawn to the relationship between climate migrations
the horror of loss, my spells and rituals -
a place where encounters with, and feelings,
might coexist peaceably with the spiders.
Of course, this takes more than than if
we all become wild and fearless.
kindly requesting a drink
Every intimacy is early!
Cowboy struggles ahead.
To calm down in, especially near, water
is a chance to effect their spells,
in empty juice cartons.
Forgiveness awakens time of renewal.
Let’s talk as if we might very essence
our way through the storm.