Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball
Tag Archives: unkind
Rebirth
Brought your A-game, the victory, yours
Punted away the ball, nothing to lose?
Found a penny, pockets so full
Left it laying to corrode, not worth wishing upon?
Rose, like no other, name you dreamed of
Loved with abandon, but for her thorns?
Find you she will, she who’s your own
Knot unending, what prayer will find you?
Final Fall
trouble walked in
The popular, colorful kind
The cowardly kind
The kind too unkind to call ahead
Or wear a capital T, so at least you know
Now, except for the fallen and frozen leaves
The Heart has no proof
For trouble won’t Tell
It’s The end
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