✿ tokens

i’m sitting atop
twelve floors
looking out
at the city
of Oakland
and beyond
at twilight wondering
whether, for those
with eyes to see,
that arc of headlights
along the distant
highway
is not more beautiful
than a diamond
necklace
and not more
surely
a token
of love

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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2 Responses to ✿ tokens

  1. Have just discovered your blog and enjoy reading. This one speaks especially to me (perhaps because I’m a jewellery maker). I read into it so much love for “home”, it’s wonderful.

  2. Thank you, Gunilla. I love to hear how others resonate with these poems.

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