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Full teacup
Wet teaspoon
One blue plate
One thin moon
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Full teacup
One long night
Two bare feet
One bare light
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Full teacup
Weathered floor
Three green chairs
One shut door
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Full teacup
Empty room
One white pill
One thin moon
Waltz
Month: February 2026
Sonnet II: Generosity
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The Saint marks time
in circles and reverses.
For us, she knows, worse is
the illusion of a single line.
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We hear her dictum: all is one.
We meditate in reverent quiet,
eliminate meat from our diet.
And pray for the ego to be undone.
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Like birds, we flutter at her feet,
pecking at seeds of wisdom and advice,
our vision of freedom growing faint.
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Like birds, we forget and repeat
our hungry pleas. She complies
with the patience of a Saint.
A-B-Sea
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Always and never changing
Beach shapes itself under
Curling waves.
Dunes rearranging for
Each sunrise offer a benediction.
Feathers tumble along the tideline.
Gusting wind sprays rainbows.
Halos circle each step, soft sand sifting
In between toes.
Jellyfish collapsed in a glassine heap,
Killdeer skitter, gulls sleep.
Leaping dolphins breach and blow offshore.
Moon-ruled tides,
Neap, high, and ebb cradle
Oceanides, nymphs of the sea, while
Psamathe, goddess of sand beaches, strews shells of
Quahog, ark, scallop, whelk.
Rolling in from foreign shores
Sucking and spitting, the sea
Tastes the sand,
Undulates
Vast as thought.
Wandering jet streams map the sky, making
X’s of cirrus.
Yearning for union, the sea mirrors the
Zodiac above.
Tangled Magic 