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August Thursday
I am the tangled mess
The girl of your youth, whose eyes you dared not look deep into
And never said goodbye to
That I saw you, lovely, tangled, too
Need not have scared you
My broad understanding
Your broad shoulders
We were called
To beckon back the lightning that twisted our existence
But for your fear of me that August Thursday
But for my depth that ran too deep
And your unspoken goodbye
We’d have set our world straight
But instead
Goodbye
Tangled, tangled mess
City of Bricks: A Haiku
“A numb heart,” I prayed
“but airway and soul intact.”
Longsuffering, be.
August’s Hell
He doesn’t run
From
The Sun
Or the Father or Daughter
Mother or Wife
Or Himself
He runs
To
Them
As if he’s on fire
And in need
Of their sweet, sweet rain
Oceano: A Haiku
Sky’s every intent
You touch, see, taste, hear, smell, know…
Don’t pretend you don’t
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