This emptiness is not so heavy,
being vessel, waiting to be filled.
that simmer, all days of listening
in other hands, the clasp of other
written before you were born,
where you tumbled around inside
I look upon it the way one stumbles
I have been here before, bat in hand, ready to play.
There are only the shore sounds of a water world,
Are you that? The amphibious stone form
The first glimpse
but instead confirmed my luck,
I opened a door and brought you through,
Kim Drew Wright
Start in the produce section.
yet solid weight, a cantaloupe will
if you can find an abandoned baby
in your arms like a buoy on not-so-sure seas,
Kendra Langdon Juskus
This is your leaving:
A stick, stripped of bark,
You don’t have to hold tight! I shout
One by one they shoot out of the house,
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