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In Light of Day (a reverse poem)

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And I dream of you
Even in the light of day,
Always
Like stars,
you were always here
But you showed me
And then you had to go,
The one long missed
And it was okay,
we kissed,
And we laughed and cried,
And I told you the same
things kept locked away,
The unspoken words,
all the things you couldn’t say;
you said
You were here

You were here,
you said all the things you couldn’t say,
The unspoken words,
Things kept locked away,
And I told you the same,
And we laughed and cried,
we kissed,
And it was okay,
The one long missed,
And then you had to go,
But you showed me,
you were always here
Like stars,
Always,
Even in the light of day,
And I dream of you

Look (I’m Becoming)

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Look at me,
Look what I can do,
Look how fast I’m growing,
I can tie my shoe,
Look and see what I found that’s new,
I’m curious about everything,
Now hear me read,
Write my name,
You won’t n notice it at first
But oh I’ve changed,
Constantly,
My height, my weight, my voice,
I’ve become my own person,
In that moment you blinked,
I can count higher than you even know,
I can be kind,
I can be wise,
I can be brave,
I can, I can,
Do all the things I couldn’t yesterday
I can be the being you only imagined,
Watch me do it,
By myself,
Your are teaching me,
To have you near,
Even when you are not around,
Look and see before I am grown,
I’m growing, learning, being,
But from your smile,
Your tears,
I see that this
you must already know

Lead

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We are made powerless,
With thoughts and prayers,
While in memorandum we must watch our children’s ends televised on loop,
But thoughts and prayers,
Thoughts and prayers,
To wash and bless it all away,
The memory of the taste of lead

Tall Grass

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My dream that never came
Was always us in tall grass,
Finding self and each other
By the river,
Under stars, “cowboy take me away”
And making everything alright,
For you, for me,
And one last kiss
that is never enough,
I’m intoxicated still by orange-blossom memory,
What is now a web-like fantasy,
Where I can’t tell where you end and I begin,
Or what was real or what I just
Imagined,
But where it left off,
That in my mind I fill in:
We go out walking,
After midnight
And catch falling stars
And find each other’s ends,
In the tall grass