Contributor: Aaron Poller
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The conversation turned,
might escape anything
if we travel light,

even truth. What we leave
broken, people we forgive
at any cost,

pivot so abrupt we count
ourselves in luck if
we can react.

A course uncharted may
zigzag, blow-up,
start from scratch.

Beyond a need
to be right,
sky may welcome

us too. Star,
remember
how we choose.


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Aaron Poller is a nurse psychotherapist. He lives in Winston-Salem, N.C.
He hopes to publish a book or chapbook of his poems.

Contributor: Aaron Poller

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It’s 4:08 a.m. I rise
to let the dogs out
and see the first snow
of winter here.

To see what comes
to mind, where I am.
To discover
something.

In just a moment
I will return to bed,
to dream, to sleep
its thousand ways.

The dogs will follow
out of the cold
night. The rest
will have to wait.


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Aaron Poller is a nurse psychotherapist. He lives in Winston-Salem, N.C.
He hopes to publish a book or chapbook of his poems.