No soul
Will care
To cry
For youYour arms
So strong
Will stay
Stone coldThat fate
Was sealed
Those years
Ago
Different
A deep taste
A long listen
A true breath
Today
Amber Jade
She clutched with warm, weakened fingers
At the cold, cold concrete
Fallen
On purpose to remind herself
She would never, never
Never, never win that dance
In the contest she didn’t know she’d entered
Movement
I love that he answered the call
Hung up a shingle, of sorts
And waits bold in the Capitol street-front picture window at 8:52am
To tell us it’s never too late
But it’s time
ok birds: a haiku
sweet and willing wings
the babiest bird I seek
to rest my tired head
Happy
I know you’re wrapped in bedhead
Blue
That I’ll never get my blanket
Back
That you don’t own a funny
Bicycle
That a fast one, you are
But
I know I’m happy I never left you
Bionic
You’ll hear my name for you
Six Million words -each more true
I’ll wear out the L’s, for L words make me laugh
I’ll wield a skilled S as a sword or a staff
When I’ve tired of speaking, comes then Z, or close by
When all’s said and done, a new language have I
Stay softly: a haiku
i feel you don’t need
to touch my voice anymore
i’ll stay softly here
choice
The oneness
Clinging to your shadow
An imperfect shade of orange
With darting eyes that you deny
Until you can no more
You open wide the door
And
Then you cry
Own Time
To know my sinew
To trust my heart
To love my clear green eyes
The finest treasures, these I will give
So my friend won’t get lost
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