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Laurels
moment_a

A river only flows downhill,
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And I work
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At losing my method,
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Of letting go into anything--
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A feeling, a person, a poem.
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I want to laugh like my baby sister,
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Pure and joyful and unafraid of fear;
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I want to fall into your sunlight without thought;
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I want to empty my worries into paper bags and
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Leave them in a willow tree, fold myself into a
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Paper crane and wait on your doorstep
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Because I was unaware that in love
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There is a pulling of the abdomen;
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I wasn't told that a hurricane can appear
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without informing the meteorologists;
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I didn't know that a message is the cloud I mistook for shore,
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That the absence of a message is an ocean gash.
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But, I want to learn the language of a foreign feeling;
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I want, you can see, a lot of things,
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And somehow they're an amalgam
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Of you.
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I am new to this site and to writing poetry in general, and I welcome any and all feedback -- especially constructive criticism!

16 May 17


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