Noah’s birthday
and we have one more day of This.
Nervous about tomorrow we
meditate work try not to talk about
vaccines, transitions, What Will Happen Next.
As a distraction I read old notebooks
where I always try to write everything down.
From 3 years ago, an unwritten and maybe
appropriate goodbye DT poem.
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is adjustable. Please turn it off
if you ever decide to leave.
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Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me.
I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.
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