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Third sentence from lastFruit Nut
Sweet plum
Summer’s crown jewel
Ripened
Smiling, still
Though ghosted
Chipped away at
Hollowed out
Cut in two
Bitten off, but not spit out
For I remain
Saucy
Thus, your favorite fruit
Lofty
I remember temperatures
Made me rise to you
Every opportunity
I leaned in to melt
Never swept the sun away
I bid it come closer
That I would rain down
Begged it then to burn me
Condense and then confine me
Maybe we were clouded
But I couldn’t care
I wanted to be near you
In your lofty air
All Sunshiny: A Haiku
NO2: A Haiku
Green acres comin’
To this dustbowl, sure as hell
On holy lightning
As It Was
Living must be
A constant cleaning of the crimes in the outermost corners of outbuildings on the back forty of whatever land we’re fortunate to shepherd
A diligent organizing of each and every backshelf, closet, drawer, and centerpiece of these blessed bodies of truth we call Home Sweet Home
An earnest sweeping of matter that ultimately, doesn’t matter, but made its way to the front stoop and attempted to exert squatter’s rights
An eventual Welcome sign placed humbly, breathlessly, on each door we’re otherwise prone to leave sealed up tight, that we would embrace again
Creation must be
And All The People Said
Let the sounds in — all of them!
Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls
See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs
Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action
Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them
Create order from disorder and call it good again
At the end of the day, we must
City Of
A woken aura found me
Slow-danced me in silence when I thought to over-think
Baby, flanked in trouble, why?
Come here from over there
With your eyes wide open now
Rest in Me, He said
Despot
Each a prism, we are