Tag Archives: On Being

How Beautiful

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Let It Be Real

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A Distant Song

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Into a New Day

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You Handed Me A Flower

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Air for the End of April

Air for the End of April   The flowers spray color from the field Where half the world will have to Yield to spring   Everything is bursting Everything is back to the first thing   The thing we almost forgot … Continue reading

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The Dress Has A Note On It

The Dress Has a Note On It   As you feel the stun of the bright day Through the hospital window You look past the tubes and plastic And feel all the ways your heart has become Elastic with fear … Continue reading

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Still Life

Still Life   The picture is upside down Framed by wood, not by magic Abstract now, comic Tragic As mortal as the hand that paints The curtain where the woman faints Reveals the witness To the border that decides perception … Continue reading

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When I Do

When I Do   Mor-Mor warmed up the pie And served it à la mode I can still smell it now And the coffee That overflowed the white, small cup When she poured the cream in   The past is … Continue reading

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Pink Noise

Pink Noise   I don’t know why I hurt myself Sometimes it just seems like the best solution A way to find something new Or let go of something old When I’m so sorry I ever told you What wasn’t … Continue reading

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