One Day a Blizzard Came
I live in a snow globe. A little lamp shines in on me. I talk to the lamp, maybe it’s...
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I live in a snow globe.
A little lamp shines in on me.
I talk to the lamp,
maybe it’s lonely. A door
opens. My brain
is full of water, but I am
not alone.
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and hit ground.
I stare at tree.
It stares back green. (Come) LOOK!
Kite is peeking at the sky.
I open the package. (It is the present.)
I feel the now again.
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Irene was a nasty dream. Waking
up with colors
in my eyes, watching her
falling down inside
my mouth. I was
covering my ears flat
as possible. The rusty wagon dripping old
and wet, it slowed—...
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I’m thinking of nothing.
My head is empty like a garbage can.
Oh, I can’t write this poem.
Hey, look. Rumi is on the table.
Rumi, why don’t we make a poem?
He’s purring!
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I was in a forest with nothing
but my mind. It opened
a little bit—
lifted its mouth like a shark.
Suddenly, a bird.
Snap, said my mind.
Delicious! I didn’t
even say hello.
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