Who Will See

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 If, as you smooth your hand across truth 
You find 
The soft 
Too tough
The silk covered, angular curves to places you touch upon 
Too firm
And you disbelieve
Then stay 
Tucked away
Safe behind the inky veil 

Rainbow Curve

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 ‘Tis half the battle
To have the notion
To tell your name
And to explain
How your feet found hers
Make your gaze meet
Inquire of her time
Guess aloud her name
She wishes your shoulder
She’ll give you her world 

A Poem Found Me

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 What?

I wait motionless in silence, hearing nothing but the brush of my hair against the pillow fabric and the casual whirr of traffic beyond the window glass.

I expect the Earth to shake.

Or that waters will well up.

Shall fire sweep in with the wind?

Even still, I prize the void.

(Art credit: “Sacred Rectangle” rock formation; Tiger R., age 7)

Windows Again

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IMG_0437This morning
Quietly
Well before dawn’s shadowy light
It was decided that sunflowers would await my own eyes
And then I breathed
Fireflies flowed with truth they must bring
Tragic truth
Pieces of hearts strewn about
Little lives glowing with faith pick them tenderly
Up
Affix them
Together
It is daybreak soon and I run to the windows again

White

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I maintain

I could have done without the black

I had to look a second time, and then a sixth

I see it still in the most unremarkable places

I looked upward and Life appeared

I saw its red against the White

I feel the black come over me

I eye up red against the white