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remember the rushDamned
This is not my bed
At fifteen or fifty
This flatness
This too-far-from-the-ground
These logistical dilemmas
These moral battles
Feel not-at-all right
Certain of November
Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough
Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious
Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more
Winter Formal: A Haiku
Oh, I revere it!
Winter’s waltz chancing my feet
O’er Autumn’s death march
A Wing
Likely it was always this way
Darkness knew me better than I believed
A step ahead
And always an angle
Some battles won, I will concede
The War perhaps
But for I’ve an Angel
Glass House
I miss
The candy-striped petunias I planted and you dug out
I want
The steely-cold shovel you used and I’ll repurpose
I bear
The ever-present ghost garden we two cultivated
neverthought
when you at once arrived
hand and heart outstretched since before
the beginning of time
in truth, you were already gone
had already left
and were never planning to come
afterall
Careened: A Haiku
The wind-up, the pitch
The broken road, the dark night
What was it we had?
Anti-Fear
Whimper: A Haiku
Sent out and shut out
Unallowed my very words
So I stay silent
Artist Credit: “Song of the Open Road” by Walt Whitman
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