Sales Pitch

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We know each other. The wind is a distant name. We go together through the same secret door in the castle over and over again. It opens up to where we are with all the colors changed.

 

I draw a bridge and you draw a bridge. Our bridges are different but each can be opened to let boats pass. And each can be brought back down again, to welcome visitors.

 

In my mind you’re up in a tree knowing more. An arrow’s dull tip lodged in its trunk. Please don’t stop this feeling with a word. The shadow of your arm is all I need.

 

Sunny Window

 

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But we also included birds.

Do whales have bellybuttons?

 

Does every kind of wonder

lead to shame? It’s more time

 

to live in there. It’s more of

a heavy deed. Walking into a

 

tremendous wave before I

ever saw it coming. Now I’m

 

laughing underwater, feeling

the warm sun’s hum on my ear.