Your Mirage, My Mirage

four poems

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Your Mirage, My Mirage

If we could raise the dead
then we'd bring back our fathers.

And this time, this time,
we'd be magic enough

to keep them
clean and sober.

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Generations

The trees long
for the days when
they were seeds.

The seeds hurry
again and again
to become trees.

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Crisis of Faith

Of course, the photos
and videos of Sasquatch
need to be blurry

and distant. Nobody
wants to be convinced
that their monster

is only myth. Nobody
wants their miracle
to only be metaphor.

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Prognosis 

We're all born
with the endless

need to be
cradled.

There's no cure.
It's always fatal.