We Slay

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May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?

Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?

Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day

So again I may slay 

Winter Proof

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Ended as it began

These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone

Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause

Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing

Screaming Chicken

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The wind will not rest

It’s simply will not

Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity

Unending prayers sent up
I, each eve’
Displacing your sleep

If you wonder when it will stop
When the quiet will find you
Come to me in courage
Screaming on your knees

To say goodbye

Still Be

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Stepped outside
It’s still enough
Breezeless
To allow me
My fragility

Impatiens still patient
Street lights still willing
At this hour
This darker season
Giving to me

Courage
Calm in my craze
Righted in this firmament
Glad for Sun and for Moon
Still

Once Upon a We

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Never mind the what-you-thoughts
Heralding your head’s blessed energies

Let dance to freedom on blackbird wing
Every “Why?” upon your lips

Will you listen with unmeasured courage
And stay, as cello notes, when doubt encircles you?

Brave the Sun

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Were you here
If you dared

To be beside
Me

As We
Careened too fast

Straightaway
Down some side street

I have traveled
Many times

And you’ve not

Would you
Summon courage

Brave the Sun
Look at me

And find yourself

Glad to notice
Remnants of
My morning coffee

Lingering, glistening
Upon upturned corners

Of my lips?

Less

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It would take ten thousand tyrants, a village of villains and one hell of a heartless hedonist

To tread where you trod

To do what you did

To throw away this

Spring Green

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There was in that dark house
A dark corner
Barricaded by a bookcase
Shelves of borrowed, unused wisdom
Visitors might only glimpse

One trying afternoon
Two deja vu’s too many
A final conversation
A one-sided determination
A voice overdue journeyed forth

And She Said
Let there be light
For She Knew
There should be light
There can be color

There in the aftermath
A dark mess
Cobwebs and chipped paint
A different bookcase revealed
She scrubbed and painted Green

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