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Day 62
Count wrinkles on the face of
time, to a midnight deadline.
Keep typing. Too late.
Don't stop; it's tomorrow.
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Logs hiss and groan in
the twisting fingers of flame,
while firefly sparks take wing
and escape on rising heat.
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Day 60
white shards melt into ebony
fur that loves my fingers. Chase
your breed's spirit in icy wind
beautiful snow dog
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Day 59
state of confusion on the line
I'm lost with no gas station
man to ask directions will
you point to true north?
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Day 58
A balmy breeze lifts a paper
floats it across the parking lot
I shop for fruit in the
warm before the ice storm
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Day 57
winter let me breathe, give
a few more days of sun
at least a blanket to wrap in
as you rage beyond my window?
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Day 56
I weep at hallelujah cried
by kindred who knows my
bloody palms against a door
I ache for epiphany, find accord.
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Day 55
I love your lips that lie
kiss and tell truth
pursed in tease, you
try not to smile, lips
that say you love me
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Day 54
Colored glass panes are scored
cracked, stressed. Sharp edges
elicit blood. A heart
breaks to create beauty.
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Day 53
Muse spent today on talk shows
and scout cookies. I don't
know where she left my words.
Maybe tomorrow.
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Day 52
I crave the arms of the sun
the kiss of the moon
and the magic of wishing stars
but to breathe is the best gift
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Day 51
pandora opens her box, pours
songs into my morning, my
body soaks, my heart softens
tomorrow becomes my promise
#100days
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Day 50
Snugly, like a watchband or shoe
your love encircles, comforts
makes me want you
nearer trust you more deeply
#100days
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Day 49
We dance in counter-circles
to slow a world's forward spin
so dreams and reality may
meet for more than a moment
#100days
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Day 48
Teabag bleeds darkly
into my cup changing
water into warmth and comfort
the very best soul medicine
#100days
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Day 47
Moon hear my confession
as I pluck ripe stars from the sky.
Fear of darkness keeps me
from turning on a light.
#100days
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Day 46
Fog curls into my night
twists its tendrils in my heart
clouds my mirror. Maybe
invisible, but I still am.
#100days
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Day 45
The mirror sees all and plays her part,
recites her lines reading from my face,
speaks the truth without words.
#100days
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Day 44
can't crawl under a rock
can't hide away and cower
must face this awful day and
be grateful for these hours
#100days
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Day 43
Dreamt at night a yellow jug
spilled warmth in my window glass
woke to wonder who muddled
day in liquid gray.
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Day 42
She alphabetizes spices
defiant in his wake
color codes shoes
seeking the answer to life
the universe and...
#100days
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Day 41
Map is torn and faded
jumbled lines all lead nowhere.
Shall I choose a road or fold
and drive 'til I'm there?
#100days
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Day 40
it's all too familiar and
strange, too new and old,
lost between me and you,
both holding on and letting go.
#100days
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Day 39
You sneak up behind me look
the other way when I glance,
hide your cruel intent.
I know your ways, Migraine.
#100days
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Day 38
Not really hiding, but maybe
obscured, by twin masks
of reason and rhyme---
do you think you can find me?
#100days
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I have found no other silence
so breath-stealingly beautiful
as a shimmering winter midnight
'neath an icy slice of moon.
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ripe, firm orange, peeled in citrus mist
three bright, shining clementines
sweet kisses for my lips
tickle my happy tongue
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Day 37
I will not go gentle
will rise and will fight
not let fear force silence
I will write will write will write.
#100days
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Day 36
Something in the way she
holds her mouth reading poetry
makes you want to kiss her lips
and taste the words.
#100days
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Day 35
Ozone burn of sulphur, the warming of ash
still haven't found what I'm looking for
in the scent of your tobacco
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Day 34
silent night with no peace
anger ices over, cracks and pops
an apology would hasten thaw
but winter is long.
#100days
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Day 33
down duvet yesterday you swaddled me
I burrowed in your warmth
today I borrow feathers
craft wings and fly.
#100days
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Day 32
Resolved to spend day one
with poets, crossed words
backgammon and Mr. Anderson.
I foresee a very good year.
#100days
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