Love will become
If you let it
Tired
Alone-on-a-shelf-feeling
Wondering if it’s worth the fight
If you so choose
With spine strait and strong
Trumpeting, “Gonna Fly Now”
Renewed
If you let it
Love will remain
Original Thought Credit: Theme from Rocky, “Gonna Fly Now”
Sharing berries
I delighted in that
Like a bear, you’d be eager
There was ease, nothing forced
Your burly hands gently receiving raspberries
Blueberries beckon you morningtime still
Because The Apple
I thank you
That you
Who saw me as I am
Refused to let me be
All I could be
Is all you saw
I thank you
That you
Rejected me
As such
This helped me see
You

Your chill resolves me:
I’ll find bless’ed Northern Lights
In Winter’s sunset
Is my voice ever forever becoming quieter
A year ago, you’d be deeply troubled to hear it by now
Smaller, slighter, and far less full
More less of what you loved
Were I today
Speaking on the news
Inquiring in the produce department
Or campaigning next door
Don’t worry
Your ears would only find faint resemblance to some old someone
You’d not think to ask, “But who?”
We, born strong, a known miracle, believed in our birthright
Demanded what we’d earned
Respect of our hearts
When wolves came around
We’d thought them our friend — having been made from the same dust and all
When their howling happened, tables turned, teeth exposed
We’d respond not in-kind, but with kindness
Hoping hindsight would cause us to laugh
How many more times is unclear
How long before hope would recede, who can know?
And so, we ate the Apple
Believed the serpent, absorbed the poison
Until at some future point, we’d bleed out and walk whole
In the afterlife
We ask, all the more demanding and kind
Please beware our now sharp teeth
My farewell address:
I’m sorry you left behind
Oh, so many gifts
If the Earth did turn, that the Sun seemed to rise this morn’
Just as sure as I wrote these words
You are not alone now
If you awoke, however dehydrated and aching
Let these words quench your need
I love you, turn with me, rise with me, thirst and ache no more. I love you
If she wore red heels
It’s possible he’d look twice
There’s no way to know
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For, if she’s alive
Or has died in some desert
He couldn’t care less
How would one say this most tenderly
Having taken a chance, a first step
Towards a clean slate
Brushed clean the old optimist’s talk of hoping to give one’s whole heart
For one’s whole life
An offer of a lifetime
Open hands held
Shaking for oh, so, long
Waiting crazy patient
Retracted now, reality calls
How should I say this most tenderly, liar
Enjoy the ride South
As you watch me
Enjoy the ride
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