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solivagant



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Fri Apr 27, 2018 3:22 am
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solivagant xxvi

I've been watching the
tree grow outside the window at school.
day by day, I saw it shake off winter,
put forth pale pink buds.
slowly, slowly, they unfold
like someone breathed life into
pieces or origami.
I wish I could open up half as gracefully,
I wish that what was inside me could be
appreciated just a tenth as much
as those sweet spring blooms.

a new girl walks home with me;
I don't know where she came from,
maybe she popped out with the
warm weather, like so many others who
can't take the winter.
I was looking at a cluster of
impossibly tiny violet flowers,
the ones I look forward to every tear to
lighten my way home.
she called them weeds,
as if anything that grows naturally
is a threat to our carefully manufactured
environment.

who gave dandelions the
status of "unwanted"?
age old books mention daisy chains,
but for me it was always
sunshine yellow dandelion crowns.
so maybe I'm the flower
perceived as a weed;
but at least there will always be that little girl
who stops to look down and
smile.
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Fri Apr 27, 2018 10:37 pm
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solivagant xxvii

The piano needs tuning and
The garden needs tending;
This essay needs writing and
My shirt needs mending.
The things I have to do become
A list that’s never ending,
My life’s a work in progress but
my will is always bending.
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Sun Apr 29, 2018 3:43 am
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solivagant xxviii

I'm sure that somewhere
the Milky Way is visible to the
naked eye, and the stars are not
pale and smog-smothered.

I'm sure that somewhere
trees only die of old age,
not at the hand of some
city-enlisted hacker of branches.

I'm sure that somewhere
mountains rise from the horizon to
touch the sky, that the tallest thing
happens to be a hill of trash.

I'm sure that somewhere
these things really do exist,
but I also know that it doesn't matter because
it will never be here.
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Mon Apr 30, 2018 3:01 am
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solivagant xxix

snow falls softly
on my shoulders,
a miniature storm
whirling around only me.
the spring and summer are
so full--
of new people, new things,
all excitement and noise and
flurries of motion.

encased in a little
lingering winter, i am
safe, held softly in
a place that is quiet and cool,
calm.

the moonlight piercing
through the clouds turns my
snowflakes blue-white-blue,
and those are all
the colors i need.
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Mon Apr 30, 2018 11:33 pm
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solivagant xxx

sifting through the years,
my eyes are wet with tears,
while the future holds all my fears.

this feels like a mistake,
there are too many things to break,
and my smiles are all too fake.

I can’t quite believe
that you’re going to leave:
but I’ve still begun to grieve.

I’ll never be ready –
my hands are unsteady –
it’s like you’re gone already.

our hearts had been sewn
together like bone;
I’ve never been alone.
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