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As war becomes less
personal, so has the peace. So
far from being close.

I found the key
to success. I just don’t
like the lock that it fits.

This sun has a tree
for a ruler—to draw straight
lines across the ground.

Wet deck boards—the rain
has gone. Silent flocks of geese
pass beneath my feet.

Already the sun
is kissing the eastern wall
good-bye. Wrist. Mouth. Brow.

My cat's nose—that spot
on a statue rubbed smooth by
curiosity.

The geranium
leaf has a kind of moonrise—
like your fingernail.

Dream of an empty
hanger chiming softly in
the left changing room.

This ivory light
off the old, painted doors has
nowhere else to be.

The grass had such a
bad lisp, I couldn't make out
what it was saying.

Gravity is just
the earth holding us close as
any mother would.

Once you get this
thirsty, you can actually
drink the mirages.

If living is all
about balance, why didn't
we stay on all fours?

Human eyes are so
obsessed with clarity. What
if truth is a blur?

Silence believes in
the eyes, not the ears. Nothing
is ever the same.