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wanting color
bright blues
enough to inspire a smile
pink to touch off a blush of thought when
next to you
yellows to contrast us, liven our conn..
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have my back to
everyone,
except the seagulls,
don't like exposingmy back to
the random
the unknown,not a part of my
training
steady breeze o..
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...
mother with child
restrained impatience
the kid wants to swing
I have other things to do
I tap my foot, push the
swing
it doesn't go any fa..
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simple depth
darkness
simple tendrils
pull
lightless beast
comes
I am not alone
teeth set into
bone
hear the crunch
feel the tissue
split
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peace evades me
each morning my
future looks at me
expectantly
what do I tell it?
show it?
the breeze is chilly as
I write this, tries to
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one point of light, a star, your
companion
you look over the concrete ledge, it's rough,
harsh as words - hard to fit in
they look on the outs..
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Challenge
time and the silver in
my beard
a hug, warm enough to
heat metal,holds me still
feather pressure on
wind
a blue hat box, what..
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I write, drawing on
some source that has all
the words ready for me
in the right order
I sit quietly in nature and the
connection is formed,
my ..
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in Here
creativity, a yoga’s
stretch
concrete images from
suppleness, like clay pressed into a
mold, fired rigid with heat
and time
it ..
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the Dream
I miss children
their laughter tickles
me
fresh, free minds
play of the gods where
dreams of earth create
it, laughter fills it wit..
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