After all this talk of phases
and phase changes,
of dawns where the fog
plays at being water,
the air grown palpable,
the most regular of things
seeming reachy,
not quite
as we thought, as if
caught in the moment
when a dream
is revealed as such–
Yes, that plane will leave
no matter what,
this modern migration
not accommodating
of stragglers
who stayed up
North too long,
outlasting the cold,
floating past all sense
of time and urgency,
it’s just so difficult
to be bounded now–
this minute is all
mine, and the next one,
and the next.
P.S. officially a published poet now:
ha!
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Congratulations! 🙂
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Thank you!
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“This minute is all / mine, and the next one…” I hope you’ll continue sharing these minutes.
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Of course!
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your poetry is beautiful. I have only read the first few so far, but I love them all.
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I’m glad to hear it — thank you so much for reading!
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I love your poems
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Thank you very much!
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C rox. Congrats for this one. and the next.
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I see what you did there. Thanks, Jeff!
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Yes!!! So glad for you. : ) Your writing is so good that I was thinking you might have a chapbook I hadn’t discovered yet. I’ve been jumping on and off here lately. Family things…all good, but not quite all-consuming, so I’m catching up on things, but yours is the first. I’m going backwards now to where I left off with your poetry : )
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Thanks, Sally!
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