Cherished

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Was the second time a siren sang
In that convicted Southern way
I’s given the alright
To take back what I Always knew was right
My Rock, my Desire is right here
Tight here
Or he is nowhere 

My Fiction

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You fashioned this mountain.
You daredevil.
You shapeshifter.
You inspected, intended. 
You daydreamer, you.
Each pebble.
Each fossil.
Each Boulder.
Each vein of pure gold.
Each step to lift each.
Pray, now what?
Pray, tell it.
Pray, storied or droll?
Pray, how is your view?
Pray, what will you pray?

Attendance

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There Is much to care about

She decided softly, coming out of the sleep, hoping it’d be sun-filled today

No One can tell you you can’t

Too old to pretend there isn’t a timekeeper ticking, tsk-ing, somewhere 

At all the actual missed, like yesterday’s newest flowers or the tea together 

And the perpetual wish to cook something with saffron

The absence, the questions, the thoughts, the things she needs help with

Those photos for example