Postcard Poetry

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Diamond days are earned Power born of pressure And pain turned into prickly pretty But Gift me just one unexpected Amber afternoon And I’ll preserve each perfect detail Encase each soft second in glowing gold And treasure it more Than any other trinket you gave me

— Amber is forever too

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I’m not really A human being, is the thing Just an explosion of color & light & all sorts of other mistakable things I am Snags & Snarls & Honesty Patched together and mistakable For a human being From faraway

Close up you forget what you are trying to see Because it takes everything you have just to look

— so look & look & look I am & am & am And I’m done apologizing for that

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They say Not to miss the forest for the trees But sometimes Racing raindrops is preferable to scraping skies The devil has his details And things’ grand schemes Are often overrated You’re not a scheme You’re a you — Don’t lose yourself

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Sometimes Walking forward Is the same as walking past

— closing a door isn’t defeat

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Postcards are lies And filters are all sorts of false But I’m steady — sail away with me, why don’t you

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Sometimes stars a l i g n

You may be small (so very small) But you are exactly where And when and how You are supposed to be

- Grace. Be at peace

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Can you catch each moment Immortalize an impression s t r e t c h Light into ever lasting

— I don’t want this to end

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Your eyes slide out of focus And you smile Because seeing and believing Are two different things And sometimes Believing is all you need — everything will be alright, even if you can’t yet see your ending

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Let’s make iron look like lace Wear your strength like silk And never weigh your own self down -you can rise above your rivers

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When every doorway feels like deja vu Remember: Sharks are perpetual motion machines And so are you Stopping is suffocation

—Trust your feet forward

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You said You liked trains because they know where they’re going Which is more than we can say about anything else

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Barely balance Sway and stutter Hold your breath Then lean further

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Don’t you forget God gave you galaxies Swirling on the tips of each of your fingers You leave a mark wherever you go And everything you touch You change forever

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Maybe sainthood has less to do with stained glass And more to do with mirrors

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This is how all the stories end: I fell down the rabbit hole And found myself on the other side

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That’s the wonderful thing about ruins Broken and bruised Wreckage and rubble and all They’re still stone stacked on stone Refusing to fall

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They say we come from ashes and dust But you know as well as I do Nothing starts as dust Ash is just flame fallen asleep And I’ve got fire searing through my bones -the dark can’t scare me anymore