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She grabbed my hand and the moon rising behind herShe grabbed my hand and the moon rising behind her / as we turned our faces to the sky, / drawing the energy of the lit skyscrapers,
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Mar 24, 2013
On the ShoreI. / You were there, / and I was there
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Aug 9, 2011
UntitledI. / Your mother sits hunched over the oak table, / hair tight up in a bun and
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Mar 22, 2011
You saidYou said that we would watch the fake snow fall, / Because we never see real snow, we said; / Instead we sat there empty in the mall.
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Mar 22, 2011
HighwaySpeeding home on a hot summer evening, / You can see the storms brewing / On the horizon, far off over the
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Mar 22, 2011
View from the sideThe light from the TV flickers / against the wall. I spin my chair / around to face the window,
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Feb 4, 2011
Turtles all the way downThe roaring log-fire in the corner of the / Wooden hall crackles and hisses / As the story-teller strums on
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Nov 13, 2010
Green before me blurs a wallGreen before me blurs a wall; / Intermittent orange breaks the monochrome, / Hills behind ****** distinct treeshapes above
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Nov 12, 2010
Sundays in SeptemberThe sun still sets fairly late— / Eight o’clock it’s usually dark. / Its rays are still warming, during the day,
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Sep 15, 2010
That one touch of her handThe touch that launched a thousand ships, / The one touch in the dark, / The one moment that launched four months,
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Aug 31, 2010
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