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distances too fragile ~

09 Tuesday Aug 2022

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she held winter
in her apron –
snowflakes on a string
a touch of something
magic
she restored
seeds of revolution
weary wicked vine –
she bit her lips
whene’er she willed
for more
of distances
too fragile –
love where weeds permit
roses pressed to walls
yesterday
she walked beyond
what made her longing easy –
wanting for another
to wonder why
she came

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save for one ~

01 Friday Jan 2021

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a simple life
is all I ask –
a leaning barn
on a strip of land
was once my fathers will
for mine
riches for the keeping

could never want
for more than this
save for one
your morning kiss
save for one
as hope allows –
to be the one
you dream about

a broken fence
a weathered porch
life beyond
the reach of wars
beyond the lights
that grieve our stars
and curse the moon
for rising

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assumption ~

13 Monday Jul 2020

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look for me here_edited

would that you knew me
one night on the run –
out past the place fences
were strung
out past the memory
of all we’ve become –
tis a place
you knew me this way

as light
through a bonnet of cedar
and vine –
beckoning planets
the color of jade
bound us together
beyond what was lost –
tears fell a river
of rain

ribbons and lace
the burden of grace –
cigarettes burned down
the barn
dare my assumption
for all I held dear –
as near to my heart
once the stars

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lonesome none can bear ~

29 Thursday Aug 2019

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wherestillIknow

when crickets moan
their soulful song –
without regard for light
denied the proof
dying might ignite
mystery of wire and rim
violins somewhere
bend against the stillness –
a lonesome none can bear
I knew you then
you heard my smile
across the night’s embrace
while crickets
kept reminders –
a melody of grace

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things we might have said ~

10 Wednesday Jun 2015

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savemedown

was ne’er the first
to let you go
miles on past the promise
you’d stay and I was
sworn to be your baby

a habit
sure to wear you down
a devil in a flannel gown
passions
more than one
to drive you crazy

boots and lace
the dream replaced
kisses not for keeping
but for these
old memories

things we might have said

as proof of heaven
here on earth
graces ne’er
so undeserved
a picture of a picture
on the dresser
of your soul

I’ll make a place
for your returning
dare I keep
these embers burning
reminders
I was sworn
to be your baby

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