The Poet Watches

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i watch the leaves scatter,
some rustle along the path
others snag in a ragged patch of grass.
i watch.

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the first snowfall, cutting winds, frozen landscape
exposed, sharp branch silhouettes.
frost-killed stalks sag under the weight of
dead flowers, a shroud in ice crusted snow.
i watch, and silence breaks open
so much change. alive.

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in the center of the temple, a labyrinth
in the center of the labyrinth, the desert
in the desert, sun ablaze, high noon,
shallow breaths and arid breeze.
where is the safe space? “nearby, come closer”.

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in shadow, tangles and textures
bloom with fuchsia-orange roses
hummingbirds dart amidst bees,
alone, my heartbeat a hammer, erratic,
in the gloaming I find protection.

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if i do not speak, I cannot be heard, cannot be hurt
by words. looks. judgment.
i cannot be denied. i cannot be touched.
i claim no feelings.

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then pain spreads like kerosene-soaked wood touched by torch
touched by sun

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words to protect.
knowledge to save.
awareness to live.
salvation.

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ablaze. speak. be. visible.

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flames explode, i step from the ashes,
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ablaze with beginnings
resurrection

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