breathing

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for awhile,

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had to give me oxygen

but now I breathe with my soul easily

the Spirit moves me sacredly

 

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Poem to a Stranger

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I dreamed
you moved into my house,
a stranger,
with all your prescriptions,
favorite chair,
all your needs.

There were 60 more,
just like you.

My house was occupied.
My car
phone
pocketbook
taken.

All my personal space.
Privacy.

I stopped breathing…
Afraid to share.

Then my first floor flooded.
We rescued each other.
All of us
familiar,
treading water.

Have You Seen Don?

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I’ve lost him.

I’ve searched with screams
Ear buds silence them.

I’ve cried.
Tears don’t penetrate titanium.

So much digital memory:
No room for me.

Cloud can’t carry me:
Emotion weighs too much!

I’m the foreigner:
Mobile vs Tradition,
Come and go vs staying,
Breathing vs battery.

I charge in sleep mode:
Discern TMI.

Don is definitely lost…
I am alone…under the cloud
Wondering where to go…

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