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Today I saw an impressive colored sky
One color, deep nuance
of strange dark blue,
almost purple blue
as far as the eyes could see.
Not one  cloud in sight.
And what took my breath away,
yes I smiled ,
was a snow globe like moon.
Very rare.
A bright yellow sickle at the bottom
and a thin line shaping the globe.
Inside little yellow dots.
It was a snow globe moon.
It followed me to work at 6 am
It was my Christmas moon
and made my day.




Shell ✨🐚
How precious to feel happy just looking at nature
 Dec 2022 Julia Celine
Onoma
sometimes a river

is swollen--

because it carries

an Ocean as a

foreign object.

growing sideways

with escape--

as it leaves

little spinning

crosses in every

ripple.
 Dec 2022 Julia Celine
Ron
The clock on the wall
Keeps making faces
In an endless teasing
Of my time soon to come
Lots of books
But movies are more fun
Libraries are quiet
Surely She's the One!

I like universities
But just to walk around
Everybody knows
I am the newsboy of this town

Might be a 5th volume
Mr. Markson might
Solo in New York City
Last lone American Night

Ms. Sally Hemings
Her children small and brown
Me in San Francisco
Not a man of much renown

Batman for my son
Sleeping late for me
Minneapolis St. Paul
Arthur Edens: Milwaukee

                2023
 Dec 2022 Julia Celine
Jae Elle
perhaps I was
always seeing it
in dreams;

in perpetual motion;
in the color of her
cheeks as she told me
goodbye.

‘cause I never
caught it in the lines
that curved around her
brows when she
told me what
hurt

& where

& when

& why



maybe it was somewhere
written in the
sky

or coded in her
fingertips
as she brushes the
hair from my
eyes


I wondered if she could
tell that I was
high


& that all of this dream
within a dream
would soon be ours in

𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
 Dec 2022 Julia Celine
irinia
slowly
 Dec 2022 Julia Celine
irinia
winter slowly digests me
it's hard to process
standing in the spaces
between the void of pain and
the void of ecstasy
(any void is just the unbearability
of fullness)
no violin can invent
some tears
my eyes not split
searching for
a tree-womb
to shelter my skin
and slow my cells
to the decency
of breathing,
to unearth
the old tale
gently
like an offering
And when the darkness comes
I'll remember this moment.
Where we held out our hearts
& filled them with faith-

hopeful,

To
    be
        free.
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