Yours is the me
Okay
Who has let down her hair
And called out the youth
To know its own name
Is
Okay
Fathom
Wondering, wandering, white-cotton boy
How many teeth did you see
As you made your way through
The waves of this World
Did water give respite to thee
Without wind or sail or even an oar
To propel your dreams onward to land
Did you bear your teeth only
At darkness and fear
And when others sought help, gave your hand
Feathery I
I think I’ll spend Saturday
As an injured bird
That had fallen the Friday before
Should Sunday
Be gifted to me
A Phenix I think I will be
Eyes Down: A Haiku
May we boldly choose
To follow our hearts, even
Should time prove we’ve erred
Not Hope: A Haiku
I’d not have giv’n up
Having watched all it could take
It resolved to live
Piano Like That
He looked like a man
Preparing
Breath for
The happiest of walks
The most frozen day of the year
He and the sun
Dazzled
My eyes
So I cannot be
So sure he was walking at all
He held a hangered suit coat
Surrounding
Him was
A small line of cars
A possible well-wishing Brotherhood
He had puff to his chest
Relief
Of gaze
My heart asked me to ask
My breath could not and I drove past
Just To Me: A Haiku
With our eyes still closed
I feel you whisper to me
Good Sunday morning
boundless: A Haiku
There’s a wilder love
Than one could dream possible
With a feral soul
Buoy Back
For so long for certain
It’s been about
Getting up, up, off, off the mat
Jabbing when you must
Ducking if you need
Floating on your toes
Staying off your heels
Yet now I am certain
This looks like a draw
Or someone’s else’s bout
I’m calling it
Strutting from the ring
Still on my game
Setting sweet lyrics to the tone of the bell
siege
Not another word
For we’ve been left in the dark
And we’ll need your hand
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