windrag : poetry : journal

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admonition I

magical thinking,
intuition. compare and
contrast, forever

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, dadú”
forgiveness, it’s what we do
tonight’s lullaby

beatitude

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