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Never mind the what-you-thoughtsReal Live
What man, after all, needs to glance up from bed and find gauze curtains with crochet flowers blocking the morning light
When is there any right time to feel the frustration of taking to task offspring, not his own
Why, I ask, would he ask for the bounty of trouble, help, and honest beauty She brings to the table, when there’s plenty of “elseness” on his plate
Who’d wish for a real-live helpmate when the workshed walls are already perfectly papered with such willing hands
Where is there any avenue he’d daydream for a walk, anyway
Oh, love
In You
They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)
Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace
Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life
That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me
She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land
What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed
In you
You Are Evil: Your Haiku
Give back all the Days
The time my eyes covered you
Not seeing your Love
Bad Fantasy
What the dust
My front doorstep littered
In layers of bravado, force-fields
And might
As if the guardians decided
My heart, prone to thieving
Had stolen their swords
Then taken their jobs
So they quietly left in the night?
Brave the Sun
Were you here
If you dared
To be beside
Me
As We
Careened too fast
Straightaway
Down some side street
I have traveled
Many times
And you’ve not
Would you
Summon courage
Brave the Sun
Look at me
And find yourself
Glad to notice
Remnants of
My morning coffee
Remnants of
My morning coffee
Before begins the countdown
Each and every time
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