Julia Ann Miller Poems

Hands to heart.
Feel the beat,
like a dancer before
She moves her feet.
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One day I turned my back on fear.
The what if who knows who cares
That followed me since a child.
THAT silenced all the stares
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Like angels
The two dental staff
Descend into pigeon
Chests held high
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My teacher once walked this land
Gathering stories like shiny stones.
Now his feet are encased on a tiny alter
And a plain pine box his bones
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