Pollen

lollipop lilyYour words are pollen

Delicate and powerful

Clinging to my soul

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They remain on skin

Long after leaving your lips

Tattoo of friendship

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The Nudge of the Refugee

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Taught to remain dead from the womb,

she walks among tombs, whitewashed

crypts concealing skeletal remains

of 1,000 generations, closets clammy

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and fungal. She bites the apple

of her ancestors which, ever since

Newton wed Granny Smith, dictates

a hard fall. The System says, ‘Stay! Be

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at home with Depravity, shake hands

with Despair! Dry bones can but rattle,

dead men can but dance.’ But she feels the

nudge of the Refugee, the rebellion of

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soiled skin; when she opens her eyes

to Truth, she finds her mantle is but a

rented chrysalis. When they take the final

tally, her casket will be an empty husk,

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with hinges rusted like dry blood, an

apple seed rooted through its temple.

Laughing at Gravity, she will rise

on the wings of the dawn, emancipated.

 

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When Heaven Weeps

When heaven weeps, you close your eyes

And listen to the lullabies;

Drips and drops on rocks and leaves,

Pitter-pat from ends of eaves.

When heaven smiles, your cheeks are lit

By rays that tentatively sit

As rainbows on your radiant brow;

I smile, because I see them now…