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Month: September 2018

Useless

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sometimes
I long to be
useless

to you
and you
to me

to clear the air
between us
of everything  but

the Present

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsSeptember 20, 201834 Words

Bottom

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at times I am
bottomless
a house of ten thousand rooms
that rests on nothing
but the wind
so sound
it is soundless
at my best
my deepest
my truest
I hit
bottom

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsSeptember 20, 2018September 20, 201845 Words

To Read a Sacred Text

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off to the beach
stick a bare foot
out the car window
to sift the wind
with attentive toes
as you wiggle revelations
from the radiant book
of summer
play

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsSeptember 10, 2018September 25, 201841 Words

My Important Papers

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in a black tin box
at the bottom of the bottom
drawer near the window
where the honey locust grows
rest
my important papers
from birth to now
markers
cairns of a kind
becoming a story
of an unbearable freedom
at play
across borders
to myself

By kaplopblogin Early PoemsSeptember 8, 2018September 8, 201857 Words
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