windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

gold

younger cousin to older cousin at dinner “you’re part grownup, right?”

to portland

caring, as we do, we need to grumble a bit before our long trip.

afternoon

a coyote is shot for eating one cat, a cat that killed but didn’t eat several songbirds. what did i do to make it so, and what do I want to be doing when i die?

blessing for the new year

may your friends be at peace with uncertainty, may your loved ones find silence a joy, may you notice when enemies make better choices, and may what you’ve done be done. and may all your relations be one.

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love doesn’t judge the way it finds itself. it loves, and in loving, proves.