* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how