Concede
That you’ll not be he who is held
Resolve
To be holder of all that has life
Know
That He will keep you
Flower Peddlers: A Haiku
A leather-looped cord
Hanging taught, holding a light
Where there’d been sorrow
smiths
formed as weapons
unknowingly at times
or to intimidate so someone feels big
who will craft them
so they are not them at all
but friends with tiny heartbeats
With These Wings
Were I a wise fly on the wall
Watching the nonsense unfold
I’d fly away
But not before the whir in my wings
Shouted
She’s given you everything
Do you need my eyes
To see unbegrudgingly
The mosaic beauty of her
Godspeed
Healing can’t come
Bit by bit, in scraps
As you think it ought
In this place at least
Healing won’t flow
Warm and unnoticed
And make the heart red again
In places it’d paled
Healing will rather
Be absent and stealth
Then with lightning speed
Jolt you back into place
resigned: a haiku
the mind is certain
it knows two opposite truths
two parallel truths
Red Fringe: A Haiku
If only in words
Still come hither fine hero
Inspire our good deeds
Boy
I would
I’d jump into yours
Yours
Despite the syncope
No matter the string-along
I will
I’ll fall into you
You
My drummer boy
My guitar man
She Said Grown Up Things
There is a Group
America’s Youth
What Nation they’re from let us learn
They rise up unjaded
They show up in conscience
They speak up that freedom’s torch burns
Rescue You: A Haiku
What if no one comes
Will we still thrive all alone
With only ourselves
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