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one January in Paris

it was not cold, or not so cold
that we – being in love – could not
walk the streets of paris and imagine
how our love might be in april

under the eiffel tower we ate hotdogs
and told eachother stories about other trips
that were so much less than this one

it was not cold, or not so cold
that we – being in love – could not
jaunt down to the louvre to experience
our love in front of Mona Lisa

in the opera house we listened for ghosts
and told eachother stories about other days
that were much less than this one

it was not cold, or not so cold
that we – being in love – could not
tremble as we kissed on montmartre

even the shortest giraffe is tall enough

being the hare, searching the savannah
i see the giraffe standing at the watering hole

perhaps a lion is out there, perhaps hungry
perhaps seeing the giraffe as well

being the hare, there on the savannah
i say nothing as I watch for the lion
i say nothing as I watch the giraffe

later, I am thirsty, I leap a thousand times
across the dry grass until I am there
with the giraffe

‘giraffe, do you worry that you are spotted
by a lion at the watering hole?”

perhaps the giraffe is scared, perhaps hungry
perhaps seeing the lion as well

being the hare, there on the savannah
i wait as the giraffe says nothing
I wait as the giraffe watches for lions

now, I am sated, i say, “giraffe,
you will always be spotted
and you will always be tall enough to see
off into the distance and run”

perhaps the giraffe is laughing, perhaps angry
perhaps knowing I’m a fool as well

being the hare, there on the savannah
i smile as the giraffe leaves me wondering
about the beauty of the one that runs
everything
without claws or teeth.

How the World Goes On (and on and on and on and on)

It was rainy the day Camden and Sofie were born,
late July enough to tell the story of how summer ends,
6 hours apart, they came quickly and crying
like angels singing to a loving God.

Greg could tell you more, or Chris – they could tell you
the smell of the air and the distance between the rooms
the color of the warning signs to prevent mistakes
switching their infants.

It was rainy. It was cool for summer and it was perfect
as those tiny babies came in to the world. Mothers
sweating and satisfied and aching with love
fulfilled. Greg and Chris could tell you more

about the beauty of the moment, about the beauty
of the babies, about the joy, the unimaginable joy
of newborns and growing families and the song
playing on the radio.

It was rainy the the babies were born to two brothers
with wives named Jen. It was rainy and cool
and years later, they would sip beer and listen
as their hearts walked off the Earth again
to find that heaven only now can know.

the morning star

prayer – the one that changes
every damned thing –
the one God hears
the one Satan says
every night on his kneesdo not speak, do not cross
yourself, do not be
the incense burning
like a nun’s lost passion

do not dance, do not sip the wine
eat the bread, fall into the water
and drawn.

when the prayer is done
walk away – all creation demands it.