poetry
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Creamy white paper pad cracks openA tentative 4H draws me to the horizonfrom darkest to lightframing my perspective with dots and crosshatchesout of myself into the page in the weight of the shell on the sandcapturing light on the waterlost where the sky meets the seawax and wane of 0.5mmthe quiet drawn out in black
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Buried deep under well-loved green hardbackswirled in serifs of gold leaf still brightNeither dead nor forgotten not lostbut waiting to take rootfirst a primal cracka tenacious root pale and hungrybut willing to split rockfinds its purchasethen the unfurlingtremulous trembling green spearheading through sun-warmed earththere isgreen just beneath the surface before the crack of the majestic
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FireRed and russet brownBright as black letters against white Twirling towards blacktopCascading from an autumn burnt boughTiny as this stanza Carry me in your palmLike a phrase that catches alightIn your memory Press me between beloved versesAnd I promise to flutter outOne afternoon Brittle yet still fire redA poem to Fall
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I don’t remember when I first saw herProbably in the hallwaysMaybe in the cafeteriaOne pretty girl amongst pretty girlsPretty much the sameI remember when she saw meIn the library, study hall, second period Her eyes a little too big for her elfin face threw wideA cloud sailed away from the sun; I burned from her
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Heavy unbearably heavy Weighing down your limbs Pressing down your lids Laying across your chest When you know you must to get up and do all the things that need to be done Light incredibly light Light as a sun faded photograph Light enough to slip into a pocket and be carried everywhere Light as
circular staircase 