Twig by twig
No other way to labor
Building a nest, a community, an ancestry
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No other way to understand
Truth of the cosmic realm
As a love that resides within us all
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Birdsongs that call
Back from the edge of falling
Heard with a repetition of listening
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Cognizant of the third day of each month
The date that dad died
Measuring grief in dreams
Delight for the wisdom of a night’s visit
Aches that begin from the center of the chest and emanate
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Balm of a milk frother
An electric kettle
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Fear of a dull mind
Greater fear of one exaggerated by chaos
Dancing to awaken to the realities of flesh and God
Within balance
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Sensitivities colored by a lineage
Conditions evolved from abandonment
A truth exists before and beneath
Hungers to be returned to
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Intimacy can seem absolutely doable when alone
A safety of sorts when one knows alone best
Though together is an ability worth generating
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Ability to reflect on the aging woman in green heeled ankle boots
So coiffed and attractive
Even as she popped her teeth back in as casual as another step
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A most expressed action of love:
Forfeiture of the tastiest center of a Parisian pistachio chocolate pastry
I liken it to the marriage proposal I have not so secretly wanted
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Tracking the moon and the dark skies gems
The shift unto light
Another balm
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Another third of the month gone by
Conversations with the deceased in dreamtime
Offering the complement of elation to sorrow
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Another dark moon love affair
Embodied renewal with each cycle’s promised return
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Wheels turn
Spinning adventures of keys found in a railing lockbox
Attached to the bike rack in front of a shop in front of 15-17 Rue Ferdinand Duval
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First times for everything
Within a biology that phases towards
Letting go
Twig by twig
