Poem: Cut Out

snowflake

Cut Out

A woman travels far to
find out who she is
Today I am paper
cut into a snowflake
pasted on a dark blue page

Rain scratches through
a nearby grove
It is you, crossing the room
to grab your keys

Cold air makes my nose run
Words make my eyes water

Shivers shake me in the sheets
wake me to another day

Poem: Comforter

Soft fog is silent atop Lake Samish

The sleepy water snores against its shore

Glacier waters bounce off rock-face

leaping down into the warm bed like cold feet.

The lake sits as milk on the bottom of the bowl

A ring of jagged evergreens holds it all down

I squint and the view is a painting

with no middle. Canvas unfinished. Brushes rest.

Difficult to capture―the artist saves it for last.

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