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10/12/15 Turning
Your brother and his wife, of just a few hours, are holding each other close on the dance floor, turning.
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9/29/15 “unknown”
At my feet in the grass, two graves marked “unknown.” We do not know the lives that have come before us. Still, we walk through and amongst those lives and their sweet tendrils, the vines that have unfurled from a distant seed, which is always beyond our knowing.
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8/10/15 – I am the rabbit and the hawk
I am the rabbit and the hawk, the rising tree and the flowing water, the orca and the great whale, the goose and the lichen.
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8/8/15 At Big Swing
Along the driveway, I hear the hush of the dry summer grasses and the sweet wavering of the morning dove on the line.
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7/8/15 Landing in Baltimore
We are diving down through endless layers of cloud – the misty whites and pale peaches against grays and steely blues.
bonnie veblen 