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clouds grace the mountain
look like rising mist
trying to find space to fit
between the trees and bare ski slopes
waiting for snow

Out of all the seasons it knows
the north seems only to remember
winter

When we go hiking
my aunt reminds me to remember
the weather changes rapidly
while the mountain remains still

Having a sturdy mindset
cannot keep away feeling

From the balcony
rain falls five stories down
today I decide
not to fall with it
My Aunt Kelly and I have gone to Vermont almost every summer since I was in the fourth grade. This year, she really spoiled us and got us a hotel room at Stowe Mountain Resort; the room featured a balcony looking out over Mt. Mansfield. I cannot explain how awesome it felt to have a room with a balcony – I don’t think I ever want to live anywhere that doesn’t. I absolutely adore Vermont, so I was really surprised when life continued to feel so heavy even while I was there. This poem absolutely holds it’s own; I wrote it sitting on the balcony watching the rain over the mountain while there was some rain going on in my own mind.
I spent six years playing padiddle
with the shine in your eye
each time you winked.

Now I am falling asleep
beneath a blanket of sweat
imagining how few seasons are left
before the honeybee
is only able to live in captivity.

I would never touch you with angry hands.
Apparently I could never touch you
with the right words either.

“It is hard to hate a broken thing.”
Even harder sometimes
to accept some things
are broken.
Difficult Indifference is an apprentice poem that I wrote after reading Lisa Ferguson’s poetry collection, It’s Hard to Hate A Broken Thing. Ferguson’s poetry alluded to all different kinds of relationships and inspired me to think about some of the damaged relationships in my own life. As much as I keep trying to save my bestfriend from her marriage, I realize that maybe she isn’t ready to let it go, even if her marriage is abusive and detrimental to our friendship as well as her wellbeing. My friend refuses to recognize that her romantic relationship is broken; it has taken me awhile to realize that our friendship is broken in a lot of places, too. The honeybee reference brings the poem back to nature, keeping it simple. People farm bees, and sometimes seem to take the honey that they produce for granted – much like how my friend takes the support I constantly try to offer her for granted.
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