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5th Ave., February
New York City,held tonight in winter's fat paws,going nowhere. The lions freeze solidon the library steps. Cats breath rises from street grates,wraps in ice each twig,car antennae,pigeon feather,rat's tail. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Sudden Storm
Warned by the windwe watch the western skybloom upwards in gray and white. Then a sudden race for the pavilionand the shelter of its corrugated, metal roof.We huddle in the center,deafened by the clatter of hailstones. Then silenceand an endless field… Continue reading
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The Life of the Cat
My cats never pretendto be something they are not:when they want affection,they seek affection;when they want solitude,they seek solitude;when they want food,they ask for food;when they want warmth,they find warmth;when they want sleep,they sleep. But we humans…how complicated we make… Continue reading
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Come to Me
Come to me;kick off your shoes. Come to me;let slip the mask.Breath.Smile only if you want to.Cry when needed.Speak your mind. Come to me;regroup;hide. Come into peace. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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I Am a Poet
I finally said it yesterday:"I am a poet." I said it without discounting or qualifying,without minimizing, fencing or shrinking:I'm a poet.I write poetry. What are you that you can't yet say aloud?painter? author? woodworker?gardener? chef? photographer?scholar? theologian? meditator?yogi? mystic? athlete? child… Continue reading
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God’s Will
God’s will is not a map… Continue reading