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Christmas night

Elusively Yours

(To Theodor Seuss Geisel)

Not in a place, not in a space,
Not a person, not a thing,
Not a ping or a pong,
Not the soundless sounding of a gong.

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Antelope Cave

Flesh and Blood

I know the way to God
is not through the sacrament
but through your flesh and blood.

I know God sits
not behind a painted door,

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Elsa.sm

Elsa

In Memory of Elsa Moreno

Out,
Into blue Picasso lit streets,
her sweet song floats through windows,
curls around corners, spirals down stairways,

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My Father’s Cane

When my eyes open, I get up. When I feel hungry,
I eat what my stomach feels like eating.

My life is no longer mine.
I do what I am told.

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umbrella

Now

I am a hundred years old.

Now I can feel and hear the ocean in other people.

Now I can rest inside the dark quivering throat of a pale blue bird.

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The Tree That Knows Not Of Good And Evil

Barely breathing.
Winds whirl through dry, dusty lands.

Uprooted,
Fallen, to earth.

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