Category: love
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Submission
This morning, I think maybe, I’m avoiding the ebb and flow of acceptance and rejection and maybe, I should submit more or maybe, I’m just lazy or maybe, it’s the definition of submission Seeing myself in print Is like going out on the town hoping someone notices the cut of my hair the style of…
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pillow talk
lying in the dark he said the sun comes and goes she said that is not true it is you who rolls away 10-22-20
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The caressing bow
in fresh mown grass she stood outside the hospice window bow caressed violin _____ on the other side music embraced her mother kissed her cheek and said goodbye 9-23-20
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Not if, but when
too intent on not dying we do not live death examine etchings on walls of passage gouges and scratches on exit door frame stop, carve your initials with X’s and O’s turn the handle and pass through 9-22-20
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Benched
F– you! Yeah, f– you! Ya wanna play basketball, instead of be with me? F– you! Explosion in the middle of the street. Bringing it to the court. Don’t know who’s right or if there’s a wrong. Basketball; dribble, dribble; dribble, dribble. F– you! Yeah, f– you! Ya wanna play basketball, instead of be with…
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Adverbs
In our COVID-19 quarantine world, existence is sedentary. We watch dog walkers all day, family walkers in the evening. We wave and exchange greetings from a safe distance. Occasionally, in faded yellow lawn chairs someone stops, sits and talks across your fire pit from ten feet away You feed them lethargy, pour adverbs over stacks…
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Listening to Thunder as Rain Passes By
at the edge of thirst flowers and trees wait for rain beg to bathe dust from limbs grit from hair rain cares not about desire need or love 8-15-20
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Time shifter
In the back aisle of the grocery I saw you from behind Long stride, hunched shoulders shaggy dark hair _____ I followed to be sure it was you Near the checkout you turned Sad, kind, thoughtful eyes You smiled as you looked away _____ It’s been a couple of years since The night they found…
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a binary life
Sitting on the porch she opens the door says, “It’s too hot” You use pen and paper to flesh a poem a computer to bone it Your computer complains slows down and threatens to abandon you You are a peacemaker in a binary world and tear out the page and go inside 7-23-20
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Light rain
You lie down to rest close blinds to darken the room but still light leaks in Puddles on cheeks of closed eyes pull a sheet over your head protection from light rain 7-22-20
