windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2014

bearings

three stars in the west, isosceles triangle at month’s beginning, now right. navigating the great ocean, lost as ever.

the folks ii

curating family: so many relations. one chooses to stick with a few, and persists in accepting the failures to meet eye-to-eye, for the little successes that eye-heart-to-breathe-meet-within

request

“make one up, dadĂș” forgiveness, it’s what we do tonight’s lullaby

beatitude

as flexible as the human voice can be “thank you” is the richest melody

forgotten verse

well i wonder where you are tonight and i listen hard to see from where i lay, so high atop the roots of this old tree i send you kisses sweet, my dear like vinegar and lye and if you ever find me here, susanna, don’t you cry