Reasons everywhere
To pick up and restore
Again and again
What is broken, but beautiful
Discarded, but eternally in-demand
Whether yours, theirs, ours
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Frets
A little paralyzed
Blinded still, at times
These days
Moments worth true gold
Become hours wayward spent
Making sense of eyes
Wond’ring of intentions
What culpability
What unseen brokenness
Finds my listless guitar
Nerves regenerated
Arising, free
For to tell me
Overthink no more
Unpicked: A Haiku
These beautiful things
When you eat the broken fruit
And next, kiss it whole
Rent
Damn all that I want
The seconds, their rhythm
How perfect they seem
The song they sing
As though you are here
Championing their entrance
Into the hours, the Days
‘neath the Rubble
Something there
But we don’t linger on broken smiles
We can’t want to look
With troubled eyes
Fine bones
Unshadowed skin
Should it be all we wish to see
My gaze seeks the raw
offering
Broken mirrors
A hidden smile
Cookie crumbs
A life worthwhile
“like a bee”
Break these bones
Try
Break them again
I’ll meet you where you found me
At the mat
Off the ropes
On my feet
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