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calendars can tell us
names and numbers,
when to schedule the dentist appointments,
when to schedule the vacation,
when to schedule the good or horrible things that we think we need to do.
we schedule,
we dream,
we plan,
but we can’t write love on our own heart.

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*the first line, from bj.

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I watched the light as it brought life and colour, and made it’s way into each moment.

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i hang the damp
clean clothes on the line
drawn tight from house to garage
into a clothespin bag full of pins
my hand reaches and fingers
wrap around the the wooden
shape smooth all one piece
it slips over the shoulder of
a light blue cotton dress
and holds it to the coated wire
another pin captured from
between my lips
slips over the other shoulder
and the dress dances in the wind
like it did on me
last night
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little thing
simply
enough
to
carry us
to the
next
little thing
simply
speaking
largely
to
the heart
little thing
simply
not
so
little
a thing

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ah, yes
there is always
more
in common
you see
a spark
a flame that
spreads like wildfire
after a summer drought
licking up dry stalks
burning the shroud
of concealment
clearing the ground
from which we came

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