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She Of The Field
Her stripes will never be white-washed
Her rudbeckia sun
Will never be tilled under
Love!
What cheapness have you done?
Your patch of earth, a briar field
Tall thistle lines your way
When beauty comes to ask you
Dear!
What answer will you say?
Justice
The Sun
Has no explaining
Nor does the long grass
The angle
The path
They’ve permitted
Justice
I won’t require
Or hold feet to the fire
Of the Squirrel
Stealing, running
From my garden
Nonplused
We were supposed to love
We were supposed to marry
We were supposed to write all that
We did
Already Antiquated
You’ve got fuel for this fodder
Not a Day you don’t pour it on
Pyromaniac old man, you are
I can fly and soar
I can glow and burn
On my own just fine, thank you
Upstairs Downstairs
I reached
Told you what you couldn’t hear
Scarred you are and far from me
Far too far from me
And I, I fear
Saturated
Society’s lies
Saturated
Society’s lies
The Plan
I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff
You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing
I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall
You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope
Want: A Haiku
Our actions, absent
Our language, lacking goodness
Why do we not care?
Am Loved
I am at rest there
In that small space
That dazzling place
Away
The rest of the world
Keep your small-talk
Your Earth-bound walk
Away
his: a haiku
i your beloved
i was invisible then
i am forever
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