I will be offline again this week. As of tomorrow, I won’t have internet connection at all for a few days. If you leave a comment after today, I’ll get it posted by early next week. If you don’t, that’s cool, too. Thanks for stopping by.
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I’ve been looking through my Stack O’ Crazy for a see you next week poem. Hmmm. I’ll have to write that one.
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But here’s an older poem about love, intentions, and how good it feels to just sink under the mud sometimes. I was also intent on coming home. It’s one of my intentions that actually became reality.
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Many thanks to Ouroboros Review for publishing it last year. Please take some time to read all of their issues. I hope you have a great week. See you soon!
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Intentions
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Alligators have them.
Silent, surfacing slow,
searching for dens
in winter, forgetting
water, food, breath.
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I have them, too.
Salt-blue, suspended,
closing the lenses–
waiting for wind
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to take me down
low, shifting
black water trails
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between sweet
cypress knees,
creaking pine, sky
split open, red,
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where you and I
will dig deep
then sink soft
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into a muddy bed
of bubbled swamp
past sleeping snakes
through dark roots
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one half-moment
of slow beats,
so warm, gone.
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
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