Category: Poems
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The barber sells confidence A gift for eyes that only want something pleasant to land on Conjured by a man who rents an adjustable chair In this small room Hair falls onto shoulders like annual trimming of mulberry trees Blades are sharpened Heads spin slow in vinyl chairs Men cloaked in black, circling like children…
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And there she was rocking that baby like the tide itself, like the gulf out there churning slow and eternal, swaying with her hips the old old rhythm that mothers have known since the first mother stood in the first doorway of the first cave with the first fire burning, patting that small back softly,…
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Legs carry on through ancient trailsTraveled by those who walked before knowing why Vagabonds and explorersTruth seekers, stripping thought down to its frame Head lowered, step after stepThe same question turningUntil only what matters remains Yards turn to milesMiles wear the noise awayAnd somewhere in the quietTruth steps forward Not as an answer spoken loudlyBut…
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