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Bee Cheerful.

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Library Critters

I walk into a house of knowledge With brick walls and ivy foliage Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I pass the welcome desk, hello! A soft mew greets me from a pillow A watchful, purring cat regards me Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I walk through halls of towering shelves Seeking a book with adventures to tell An owl with glasses winks at my novel A watchful, purring cat regards me Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I go to the desk with my card in my hand And check out a swashbuckler story so grand The kind otter waves and a wave I return An owl with glasses winks at my novel A watchful, purring cat regards me Inside is a squirrel hoarding books Like nuts

I make my way to the entrance again And look back to all of my library friends The kind clerk waves like a friendly otter The librarian winks when I check out her favorite The security guard watches and nods with a smile Inside, I hoard stories and friends Like nuts

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An Ode to Girlhood.

I take walks, pick flowers, sled

These things bring me joy

But once I went out just to play

With neighbor girls and boys

My favorite thing was climbing trees

But second was pretend

I'd dress up like a high school girl

And throw parties with my friends

That was better than my high school years

That lonely, boozy haze

I miss when Mom's old, clumpy lipstick

Made me feel pretty, smart, and brave

Once I came inside for dinner

Like every night before

But I never went outside again

Just to play, and nothing more

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Ducks that shimmer.

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Dreaming Spring.

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Ocean of Stars.

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If you were a vine

If you were a vine, and I was a vine

We'd creep up the brick of a library

We'd tangle so artfully as we'd entwine

We'd blush and we'd kiss and we'd marry

You'd be a vine with elegant flowers

A young prince might give one to a damsel

Stray cats would come bask in your fragrent perfume

Warmly lit by a runaway's candle

I'd be a vine that's afraid of the sun

I'd bloom and I'd flourish at night

Your vine-hands would hold me near you at noon

Sheilding delicate leaves from the light

If you were a vine, and I was a vine

We'd change, as all things must

But we'd dance so inseparably toward stars in the sky

Growing together, in love

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If Van Gogh did Photography.

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Little Hourglass Hands

She thinks she knows her body well she sees it every day yet down she’ll gaze at little hands which seem so far away

They grasp the ugly, broken things and shake and try to mend her nails cut crescents in her palms it’s just more violence in the end

Her aspirations cannot fit inside her little hands they overflow her little house and drown her in their sands

If her fingers matched her hubris or her palms could match her pride she’d fix the sicknesses and wars and she’d walk fearlessly outside

But the world is much too big and cruel and she’s gasping for her breath she’ll ne’er be free from her glass cage and she won’t espace her death

Indulge her little tearful voice which chokes and coughs and cries: “Enlarge my little, bloodied hands that I may dry the Old Earth’s eyes.”

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Bottle

You can bottle gold or silver tie them neatly with a bow stitch and sell your silk and satin as the heaviest things to hold.

And weigh your head down further still with those diamond necklaces and lift it only to partake of wine and drunken recklessness.

The riches of the world are bottled touched and coveted and sold but the riches of my life are heard felt and loved and will grow old.

You can’t bottle Melodies nor can you own the Sea or Stars you will never bottle Skies or Storms or Light or Sunset’s Hours.

Color or Lightning or Flickering Fire will never belong to you so leave the bottles and coins, and see that my Love for You is true.

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Vintage Rose.

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Ethereal.

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Chilly

Chandeliers of stars are draped

against an onyx sky

the moon shines kindly up above

then shatters into ice

like silver whiskers on my cheeks

I catch her falling glitter

diamonds melt on fingertips

embracing me with shivers

one misstep could break the glass

my lashes hide my eyes

the mirror weeps - reflects the depth

then flutters into light.

There is a certain peace in snow

in midnight and in cold

it’s seeping through my boots and coat

I’m chilly in my bones.

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If we should love

In your eyes I could show you the moon

When we kiss there’s stars, even at noon

And if we should love

I’d gaze up above

And lasso it all - for you