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MEDITATION AT GRIFFY LAKE
Seated upon a bank wet with dew
we watched
the orange ball of sunrise break
through limbs of Northern Catalpas.
With folded legs
and half-closed eyes, we bowed
our heads toward water’s edge
as if before us
sat a lake of fine wine
from which we could sip. Seated
still as herons
and with backs straight as bamboo,
our breath began rising and falling
like old fishermen
standing inside wooden boats.
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-Kyle D. Craig
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"My criterion for myself is that I'm not in my poem until the first moment I surprise myself."
-Stephen Dunn
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family piano
each key
out of tune
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abandoned home
the holes
in their story
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gun violence
the way ink spreads
on rice paper
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fractured sunlight
all I discover
inside her diary