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 May 2014
SG Holter
For a little while.

Breathe.
Breathe wordless
Air.
 May 2014
SG Holter
And yet again I find myself
Feeling that things were
As good as they could.

Then.  



Thunder.

I smile; whisper
Perfect.
 May 2014
SG Holter
I saw Orion rising
Upon the horizon.
Orion.
Horizing.
 May 2014
SG Holter
I place all of my
Sympathies
Before
You.
 May 2014
SG Holter
Laughter is the strongest
Medicine on Earth.
Fourteen ****** when
You might have
Needed
One.
 May 2014
SG Holter
I am blowing out
My candle in
Both ends.
 May 2014
SG Holter
He talked like a ******.
Walked like one.
Loudly assisting tourists in the
Line outside the bus.
My luck seated him in
Front of me. I answered
Evasively. Mentally begging

Shut up. Shut up.
I was tired.
I was hungry.

"Would you like a piece of pizza?"
He handed me a sealed
Bag. This close
His eyes contradicted his person.
Sober. Friendly. He smelled
Of aftershave and
Society.

"I shouldn't eat this, I'm working
With a Yoga project
To help addicts recover
Through meditation.
Should stay healthy. Been clean
For three years, though I
Know it doesn't seem like it.

I just love to talk to people."
I ate his pizza. We spoke.  
Squinted in laughter.
He cried like a girl when  
He saw Avatar
, he confessed.
"My sons still take the p...
Outta me for that.
I'm so glad they'll never

Have to go through
What I did. I'll
Make sure of
That for
Sure, for
Sure."

I usually write poetry
On the bus.
This Friday afternoon
I lived it.
 May 2014
SG Holter
The sound of swallows
Thrusting diving
Whistling
My first
Childhood home

House already then old
Even older barn smelled
Like livestock of
Distant times

Fell asleep between walls
Soaked in centuries
An infant

But the house and barn
Are gone -I remember-
And the swallows
With them
 May 2014
Another girl
you can't
make me leave



*cause I do love you
 May 2014
SG Holter
Woman of the day
93 on the news
Strong eyes
Awake Present
Smiling from hospital
Bed when asked if
She could
Forgive the
Two men who broke in
Hit her
Robbed her
Left her in her own old blood

Yes Yes I do I think about
Them
 May 2014
SG Holter
She is as far from a morning
Person as her Volvo V70 is from

The speed limit as she drives me
To the riverside bus stop.

Leopard patterned one-piece
With little leopard ears on the

Hood, pilot Ray Bans covering
Eyes as red as her station wagon

And as narrow as her appreciation
Of my pre-5am sense of humour

When I giggle at how those little leopard
Ears bounce along with every

Bump in the road.
 May 2014
SG Holter
My feet shift oceans
When I wade.
My fingers poked craters
In the moon when I tripped
Over the Shatsky Rise
Under a stroll to Oceania from

Eurasia. I eat from
Tectonic plates;  
Glaciers are my
Popsicles.

I shake fallen stars from my
Shoulders and walk on,
Earthquake by earthquake.
Interstellar breezes soothe the

Blisters from when I
Burned my head on the sun.
My arms can reach Mars, look:
Red bits of Olympus Mons and

Nereidum under my
Fingernails.

I leap lightyears.
I cry tsunamies over the fact that

You can't see me.
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