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I wanna wake up

to the sun-filled directive

               of her kitchen.


                              that it includes


I love the things

of civil circumstance

that knock the very chaos

to its knees.


Like the un-portered leaves

along the edges of the basketball court

across the street. 


Or the way we fuss

over children              

               never shy to scream –


they are, by default,

better off

than we think.


That big ol’ sky

they will surely inherit


               if we can come to our senses…


this promise

                              pressin’ up against my heart,

                              pressin’ up against my heart,


                                                            I will try

                                                            I will try




Posted 12/27/18
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