I heard someone once say,
“It’s not as if she’d let herself go,
we just don’t understand why he left.”
I wonder where she would have
gone if she’d really let herself go.
Gone
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Spring Rain
The rain falls steadily and silently.
With a liquid velvet touch
it rests on trees and brown grass,
kissing them gently back to life.
Rudbeckia Hirta or The Duality of all Living Things
Your black eyes are black holes of maligned intentions.
While seemingly benign, poison reaches out towards the
innocently unsuspecting and renders them speechless.
I see you for who you are.
A Conversation from Years Ago
“Hello?”
“Hi Nancy, listen, I’m going to be in your neighborhood later today and was wondering if you needed anything at the store?”
“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number.”
Click.
Actually, I had needed something at the store.
Insects of Summer
Tiny artful creature–
where are you now?
Go
Let all negativity go–
let it fly high above you,
swim against the undertow,
crash onto ocean cliffs,
and fade beside a sharp salty wind.
Lily Garden
When I close my eyes, I smell you.
With me
walk with me until we can’t walk anymore
talk with me until we can’t talk anymore
laugh with me until we can’t laugh anymore
be with me until we can’t be anymore
March Morning Thoughts
Thinking about green summer days
when the heron flies above the river
and the breeze makes the leaves
rustle and sway.
Green summer thoughts
make a cold March morning
feel warmer.
Sun
The sun warms my spirit through the pines.
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