Tag Archives: Memory

Night’s Dominion

Night’s Dominion   The sky turns hazel over the desert Insulting the day with green bruises The rocks are pink above gray And a single hawk cruises overhead Watching the sun sink As if it had over stayed its welcome … Continue reading

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Under the Bed Box

Under the Bed Box   A hand-painted photo of your mother and father A picture of you feeding the ducks at Edgemont Pond A Polaroid of you with your brothers A memory of the dress your grandmother brought back from … Continue reading

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Turn Back

Turn Back   Oh, if someone would come for her Someone kind and ever caring You know she never gives up Staring into the ashes Looking for signs of hope Rising past the disappointments And the compromises   These are … Continue reading

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Tiny

Tiny   Your skin took the sun And kept it Warm as the air Before a summer storm   Your hair held the deep shining Night   Your eyes Full of thoughts To carry usthrough And into surprise   Your … Continue reading

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Walking the Earth

Walking The Earth   The long-necked, metal beast Stands Harrowing 95th Street Where it feeds on whatever it finds In its deep, black hole Centuries stir and are regurgitated In the dirt bowl Where a building once was And will … Continue reading

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Old Boxes

Old Boxes   I found an empty box of Good & Plenty In a Fancy-Dan carton Of oddnesses kept For some reason long forgotten In a place we had overslept And for people We have long since swept or wept … Continue reading

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You Comb Her Hair

You Comb Her Hair   Somewhere Between the ocean And the cement There is a broken toy A small doll With her legs bent back   You see her there With an empty cup And you bend down To rescue … Continue reading

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