“Morning has Broken” echoes on a not-so-distant calliope
the new week’s sun rippling on the river
and the window outside the firebox
a moment of calm before the fire
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Amanda’s Birthday, 2022
Here on the river it’s all
motion and silence
and the world wakes
under a waxing moon
and the waters are calm:
we are creatures of the low tides
washed ashore abandoned together
these gill-less arms —
wrapped in yours being
the only place I can truly breathe
when you stick one of those DNA kits in your eye hole
yo kick the primordial off your boots before stomping through the kitchen
no need to track all that back in after the thaw