Tag: rituals
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The Birds Remember Everything
A lyrical meditation on city birds, memory, and instinct. This poem honors the quiet rituals of return, grief, and the histories we refuse to name.
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Ode to an Empty Lot
The empty lot of the abandoned car dealershipis overrun with dandelions, thistles, and sticker weeds. On the right is a Baptist church standing sternly against the invasive plants. The ministry’s gardener sprays Roundup on the weaker creepers while his assistant uses a torch on the deeply rooted ones. On the left is a BBQ specializing…
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Morning Routine
The leaving night reveals the city’s imperfectionsin the reflecting crystal fires of the rising sun. Coffee brews in simultaneous percolations with the morning subway schedules.TVs switch on the 6am newscasters speaking the demon chants of the last day’s news. Knives descend on bread, sausage, eggsunaware of angel’s ascending in the new light.The last of glass…