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2022-03-09T09:29:44-08:00February 20th, 2011|Musings on life|

You can know too much

I don’t want to know
who the strangers are
fire dancing
in the park
most nights
in front of my bedroom window.

Perhaps they are
circus drop-outs,
rave kids,
accountants.

Or how the crocuses
crack the ceiling of frost
and hoist themselves up
on top of the earth
before anyone else agrees
it’s time to bloom.

Or how I knew
halfway through his novel
that I would
marry him.

You can know
too much.

One day you’re stargazing
and the next
you’re mourning
dead light.

I’m not advocating ignorance.
Just a few pin pricks
in the fabric of my knowledge
so that my imagination
can breathe.

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