These are the boots
of my justification.
When they strike the dust
what rises will be
the sign of my righting
my long wronging
of myself.
I will do
what I always knew
I would do.
God is bad at justice.
This one’s on me.
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Heroes of yesteryear
Sieze the deep perception
Unhook it.
Put it in your basket.
Clean it, cook it.
And dread the day
it works its wonder.
The beer a bear
At wood’s edge.
There was a time
a tossed sandwich
would bring him
straight to the car,
the trunk to him
but a lordly can of beans.
Moss and maple
Trailhead
What goes down
must come up.
But here in me
there’s no guarantee,
just hope in the stream
coursing through the canyon below.
What happens when you’re too long abroad
What’s the sense of your magnificence?
Can you fix me in the flame?
Where this goes
May I wake to you
From this slow, slow vertigo
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