This refining stage
That you pluck from me the world
The all I’d wanted
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Spilled Sunshine
This
To pour myself into
My all of me whereto
There only remains
This
That
The taken away
Old ways of my days
My gratitude covers
That
Fluent
Piece
After
Piece
I have thrown after hope
That day might be anew
Under the microscope
Through the telescope
Yet not to the naked eye
Indeed it has
It is
Crisp, though unbleached
Comfortable, too
With a new song
In a language
I will struggle to learn, I will
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Stealer of scraps
As a hyaena
The stealth came before you
Stalking my grace
And took the fat, then lean, alike
Dine now, my friend, dine
Find if my bones care
Feels
He left
Me
Alone
To struggle then break free
To wail before the calm did come
To despair until all that was left is hope
To see my own cowering shadow rise up
To be dust, dust again, then be formed
To learn I knew nothing
He never left me alone
Half New
I saw me at midcentury
Wearing race car red
Was I alone
I do not know
A swing in my shortish skirt
A flip to my hair
And sparkly Mediterranean eyes
Who’d dare trudge down,
Head first
With me
To the mystical waters
Just for a blessing
Some rocks
And sandy feet
2016: A Haiku
I’m stunned by the year
to come and all it has giv’n
and how much we danced.
That: A Haiku
The old areas
with the same old aches, or new
places with new plans?
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