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In the beginning
I am not sure what to say
so, I nod at you.
*
The earth is altered
forever, trying to shift
from one foot to two.
*
You steady me, hand
on my back, as we float through
a slow-cooked summer.
*
You can never find
your eyeglasses, even when
they are on your face.
*
The coming thunder
excites the shad flies, swarming
in blurs of worry.
*
You say I can’t hold
anyone I think is not
my kind of perfect.
*
Parallel ash; two
cigarettes interrupted
burning on a curb.
*
Mid-winter branches
crawl into our path, giant
spiders made of ice.
*
In my bed you leave
a Post-It Naan recipe
that we never bake.
*
I know spring is here
when the sun is strong enough
to melt a snowbank.
*
Our mythology
evaporates into new
boots and pink crocus.
*
I awake surprised
to learn that beginnings
look the same as ends.