I still notice you—at home
in your elemental forest, bending
like a tree, the sawdust of your task,
a tornado of determination.
Weeds surrender under the wheels
of your old tractor, both of you, a rare breed.
I see every blade of grass in order, each rock
at home in its placement. Light
throws its brightest glow for the son
we both wish was yours. I watch the way
your arms lift, how much you can carry,
how far you have gone between the time
you kiss me good morning and
finally collapse into...
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The audience of swaying trees,
a red-headed cardinal, peace
in my small corner of porch.
I would not believe the highway
if I did not see it with my own ears,
the rumbling, unraveling of a destination,
the slim, cloudy crescent of a moon
gone to sleep. I welcome the rain
of summer, the calm waters
of this morning.
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I Wish You Pockets
in your funeral dress, places to hold your tissues,
new and used, on the day of your mother’s
memorial service, a pocket for your phone
so you can reach me during the worst of it.
When you want to claw at the eyes of
unnecessary conflict, your stepfather’s
rancid breath and histrionic display,
I wish you pockets in your mouth, places
for your tongue to explore so you can
hold back sharp retorts. I wish you
pockets of strength, wells to dip into
when all of this leaves you...
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