March 18
smile like a secret—
I wonder what you knew.
was every hand against you
and every book a gift?
who knows. who knew. i wonder.
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March 17
stones in my heart—they used
to be milk teeth, lost
when i was younger and carefree.
i’m weighing down my heart.
i’m running out of bite.
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March 16
the darkness dropped again
every second stronger
like the raindrops coming, down and down and down.
the world is cold and noisy.
the night is full of shine.
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March 15
the darkness like an ocean
the building like an island
made of light, and swimming
one second forward at a time.
when day broke the world came in
all around the quiet waiting,
and we became anew the moving tide.
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March 14
a sentimental pragmatist
sets the circle square, conceives
of things as useful when beloved.
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March 13
for one more day the world extends,
and one more keystone builds.
there’s too much to learn quickly,
too much to learn it all—
but this can be retained. one precious something new.
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March 12
the knowledge came so slowly.
it’s strange to have it all at once.
i felt ignorant and will again—
and yet. and yet. and yet.
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March 11
i ration scraps of spring like a starving man—
there’s an end of this. i know it.
the world will let me lighten,
enter warmth.
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March 10
the sound of birdsong off of water.
things i forget that i remember—
the past comes up to haunt me on the bridge.
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March 9
everything’s in bloom again. is this
what light should be like? the sky
is gray and drizzling
and the flowers soak it up, and we
remember: right. the rain’s a gift.
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March 8
change will come. we’ll
all of us become something
new to meet it. we knew
the world of some last second
over and over again.
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March 7
what a world we live in,
what a life we’ve made. i haven’t
finished dreaming of
the ones that used to be—
i think that’s all that lasts, you know,
the dreams of what once was.
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March 6
there’s music somewhere in the world
tonight. it’s just not here.
the night is turning on
and breaking down—
this place is wrapped in silence
still dreaming of a song.
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March 5
the time goes by. the birds
remember dawn is coming back.
they tell each other so.
one thinks he’s calling up the dawn.
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March 4
the things i’ve left too late to fix
can wait a little longer. my hands
are busy building, mixed
up with making something new.
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March 3
the universe may grant me grace
despite where i have been.
despite who i’ve become.
despite the part within me that’s given into cringing—
these days I just want to be left alone.
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March 2
i don’t know enough yet to make sense of it all—
i know there may be naught left to make sense of—
i know there’s a world for each mind that sees it.
i know that my eyes wish to see more.
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