there, by the rolling stones,
by the line in the sand,
and the needles in the hay–
that’s where i found you
Found
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Ghosts
as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather
Beauty
the sunflowers stood tall in a mason jar on the table,
eventually stooping and growing tired,
making their withered way to a small porcelain dish,
we admired their frail and fragile beauty
Words
words haunt her
what to look forward to
planting new things
flea markets and farmer’s markets
birthday cake
open windows at night
shades of green
long spring evenings
Desert Sky
it was the bright blue desert sky
that she engraved into memory–
that day of heat and happiness
Layers
he dreamt in layers,
in waves–
in the space between breaths,
between words,
between ragged heartbeats
Blue things lately
afternoon winter skies
atlas jars
small aquamarine on a silver chain
a plastic bottlecap in the woods
and the memory of your tender blue eyes
Spin
i watch the sun go down–
my breath hot on the wind
i watch the hawk ride the currents
and feel the earth slightly spin
Lately
tea with friends
thoughts of miro
sunny afternoons
colored pencils tied with twine
book sale at the library
shards of distant memories
kisses from the pup
this book: The Alienist by Caleb Carr and
this movie: Loving Vincent
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