Ars Poetica
May the poems be
the little snail’s trail.
Everywhere I go,
every inch: quiet record
of the foot’s silver prayer.
I lived once.
Thank you.
It was here.
– Aracelis Girmay (2011)
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Month: July 2020
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2020/07/30
Centuries of
Stories lying beneath
The pavement
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2020/07/29
Sun in the trees
Lazy morning haze
Slowly rises
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2020/07/28
Take deep breaths
Then breathe a little deeper
Drenched in morning light
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2020/07/27
Top of the house
Dipped in the first light
Of the morning sun
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2020/07/25
Fully immersed
In the rain-drenched forest
Soaked to the skin
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2020/07/24
Soaring cottonwoods
And mighty oak trees
Dance in the wind
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2020/07/23
New winding trail
Along the lazy river
Morning birds sing
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2020/07/22
Grass clippings
And the fresh morning dew
Clinging to my feet
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2020/07/21
Rhythmic footsteps fade
Staccato slapping begins
Hungry mosquitoes