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The bug
The bug scuttles across the pavement hints of red amidst the sheer wings head lifted proudly on spindly limbs. The sky seems lighter today, thin clouds— The bug scuttles back from whence it came, peaceful in its knowing unknown the span of the sidewalk.
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A willow spills her joy
There in the glade, a willow spills her joy in the wind shaking left and right like a slow dream it spreads through the underbrush a hush, a spell that beckons— A roe nimbly floats through the soft curtain of quiet rain and I,sit on a bench, entranced, a specter, a ghostly figure who forgets…
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Innocence in want
How the wind plays into trees bending, breaking, and uprooting How it walks, crunching roofs of sweet homes, chasing butterflies and flops on its butt, flattening fields of wildflowers. How its innocence of wonder lay waste, unaware in want.
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fro and to
I will love you till I hate you Hate you till I love you Love you till I hate you To and fro fro and to The pendulum swings The pendulum sings no wind stills it— My heart is a dancer.
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Muted
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe… and… lonesome
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Loopy words
What’s your favorite word today? Clouds Why? It’s a loopy word, It starts with a ‘C’ that is, a half circle like cloud fluffs yet it sounds more like a loop than ‘circle’ does, Isn’t it?
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Summer tang.
The grass, frenzied and wild as I in the embrace, of the sun, in its zenith– pressed unto the backs of my shoulders, my cheeks aflame, dizzy in its proximity like a lover too close, hair tickling the thighs as I lie on the lawn, white ruffles pushed to the side drenched in the tanginess of crushed…
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Who speaks?
The dandelion don’t make wishes The leaves shudder like rattlesnakes The clouds shape is anything but Does the river move forward or backward?
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Cool warmth.
Mirrors curtained in wet drapes peering through crystals, lights stretched to the night skies, apples reddened in the frigid air. One more fat snowflake on a whimsy descent cool kiss its deathbed . . .
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Untitled.
Death reveals all in it’s nakedness I am.
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