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- they know now
how genes work, how your
DNA finds a way
to make you look the
same but different
because of a billion-billion combinations --
but we don't all know
how brown eyes
become blue and how blue
is really just a mutation, how
things shouldn't be
so crystal-clear --
i know that my
eyes don't match my mother's; her eyes hold
the universe in their
blues, and i swear i can see
the sun within her irises, shining because
she is surrounded by
stars --
my father's eyes are
brown and
that is because he is the earth, he
stands strong when the
world is crumbling
and the earth quakes
beneath his bones; he can take
the roll of thunder, he
will not be blown away --
my eyes, they are green and
i believe i am halfway
to the sky, a
redwood trying to reach the
sun it saw in it's mother,
attached to the
earth of it's
father, halfway home
in two directions --
my parents are the
stars, they are the earth, and i
am happy to stand and
stare.
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but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
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self worth
Wanting for nothing
this budding rose
ready to wilt
along the stripped creek.
She's an arm's length
away, her taint some exposed
cove braving the sea
carved against the grain
of turning oceans.
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Yesterday I Heard the Rain
Yesterday I easily danced on the stars… one foot landing steadily on the next destination while still in mid flight from last step. Yesterday I was powerful. Or, was that really yesterday and not just an illusion or trick of my mind? Can one be sure? The simple minded fellow will argue the point yes or no. The philosopher will examine the merits and meaning of the question. The scientist will try to quantify the question and establish methods for proving his theory. But the one in love just smiles and is grateful to have had a yesterday and today with her lover and believes there is hope for a bright tomorrow.
Today I have no power. I a
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