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Month: June 2012

Marbles—and a Little Bit of Dirt

June 30, 2012June 30, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

He became a doll
she left in the rain.
The way his lips
and brows faded, his eyes

continuing to stare
at the cleared morning sky,
or her when she stood
over him. She didn’t care.

And now when she does,
it’s too late. He won’t smile—
they’ll never kiss again.

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No Scaffold

June 28, 2012June 28, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

A man on stilts
is busy doing his best
to convince passersby
to rethink the glass

wall. I walk
by a sign for free
smells—wonder how

many grams of fat
per sniff. I’m going to stand
taller when I inhale
that deeply.

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Or Go Swimming

June 27, 2012June 27, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

Three red chairs
tied together with gold
twine put her to sleep.

Rejuvenated driftwood
can split dreams
into chapters

she might remember
to revisit. Or
she might float.

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Vista

June 26, 2012June 26, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

To laugh at serious
windows is

to forget
how I love

running on sand
dunes before dawn.

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First Monday in Summer

June 25, 2012June 25, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

I drink hot
coffee in the rising
heat to cool
off. It works
the way no liquid could
when I was

drunk. When I would use

any day of the week
during any season
as an excuse. But nothing
can stop me
from memorizing
the long light of now.

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Resort: A Cinquain

June 24, 2012June 24, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

Waiving
the right to write,
I am a silent tree
shading a racket of dreams left
behind.

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Weathered and Racked

June 23, 2012 / Arambler / Leave a comment

Behind a picture frame, buried
in the sand beneath
handmade cedar shingle

swings, above
the dunes, floating on

the surface of a disturbingly calm
bay, I might discover
my new obsession.

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