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Monday, December 4, 2017

Poetry 118: The (Extra)Ordinary


The (Extra)Ordinary


Dawn arrives late

as the round full faced moon

sets in the western horizon.

 
My candle burns low

in the clear glass jar

as my overweight tiger-striped

cat settles into her spot

at the end of my bed.

 
Warm air

moves through each of my nostrils

as my chest rises and falls

with each breath I take.


Such (extra)ordinary events

that break my heart-

open.

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