After School

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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

Stroke After Stroke

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Sometime just sit and brush your hair

And stare

Off at nowhere

From the cool shadows or brightest sunlight 

Stroke after slow stroke, comb through the thoughts

Causing wonder or stress or no care at all

There. Calm yourself 

Heal yourself

Lay your soul bare

i cut my hair

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I lay quiet
And dragged your presence into the room
When it washed over me
It washed over me
We transcended me
I seemed high then

Then I remembered canvas and color
I remembered black
And black and white and grey
Suddenly all there was 
Was the smell of burned maple syrup
It seems I fell then