Fireflies’ Lives

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In the tiniest of places
I know where to find
The silly at heart
So lovely, so kind

Throughout the day
The feeding of souls
In a lemon-yellow room
They do dine and reach goals

A breezy tree fort
Where they learn their true names
During made-up mysteries
While good fun stakes its claim

In a south-facing cove
At the end of the day
See them nurture the Earth
Helping love find its way

Pallasite Cufflinks

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Wear pallasite cufflinks to tea

Solely so

That when you speak to me

In conversation,

And I hear

The soft, tenor timbre

Of your voice

Against a backdrop

Of silver teaspoons

Accidentally clanging

Against fine, bone china,

I’ll be reminded

Each time you lift your cup

To your lips

Of the laughable thought

That you are of this world.

Mind & Soul

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The moment of truth
Is a when, not an if
I think to myself
What have I as a gift?

I could give my left
But I care about fair
My right’d wound us both
Me up here, you in there

So my best offering
Is what I’ve all-ways giv’n
A fine blend of saint
With some sprinkled in sin