This is all okayAfter School
I wish I could’ve told her
Someone should’ve told her
That Friday, after school
She radiated! 
Light bounced from her hair
Every which way forever
Stayed with her and it wouldn’t stop
Shot from each strand straight through her
Causing what must be
An eternally electric smile
So I’ll tell the lightning gods
Do not forsake her in school
Better Judgment
Given space
All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now
Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?
How do I treat thee, miracles
Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind
All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector
Bless’ed space
Ocean Behind
Goodbye last chance to dance
Again
Saved us
If only for a time
Some heartache
Where, were there a promise
Who’d have forgiven us?
Not us
Again
I wish we’d have danced
Original Thought Credit: “Different Worlds,” Jes Hudak
Ante Meridiem Musings
How dare I contrast
Confuse
Or compare
The gorgeous rhythm of rain
Upon this corner of the world
Stirring my morningtimes now
With predawn’s blessed birdsong
Celebrating a coming sun
Inspiring my risings back then
Have they not both awakened me
Gloriously
Miraculously
Just Sunshine
I am told of a song worth singing
That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:
“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”
This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that
A song I must sing, I am told
Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.
Reforest: A Haiku
Collide now with me
Regenerate where we land
Branch we, out again
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