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An Interacting Community of Light
I stare out the plane window,
gazing at the illuminated buildings.
The clusters of orange and yellow lights,
forming the shapes of roads,
streets, and homes.
They spread out like a map,
inky darkness showing the desolate areas, -
Little Things Lighting Up Our Earth
If I were invisible,
I would spend my day searching,
searching for little things
that go unnoticed in the
busy, blaring, bonkers
chaos of life.
The little things that are small and perfect,
lighting up like stars, -
A glowing web of good deeds
Large gestures can be grand,
They can leave impressions,
Memories that won’t ever fade.
Small gestures, however,
They are what keep us going,
What get us through our days.
What keep smiles on our faces -
Golden grains of dawn
I twirl my fingers in the morning sand,
the golden grains brushing against my skin.
Day after day,
they soak up the sun's energy,
ready to heat whatever they touch.
Whenever the water rushes over them, -
To Gaze at the Results
Water glides along my body,
As I resist the restrictions
That it puts on me.
I propel my legs and arms,
Pulling myself forward,
Fighting the substance
That makes be weightless,
But still makes my muscles ache. -
Holding Ground
The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
Loves
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Tiger Stripes
When my hair begins to grey, I will rejoice.
My crow’s feet will race farther than my aging joints could ever take me.
They will run down my cheek and jaw to meet my laugh lines,
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It is Far More Beautiful
Sometimes I look into the reflection and see the little boy with forest green eyes
begging the world to end so he wouldn’t feel anymore.
But then I see an old cripple
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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
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Right?
Whispers so cruel flood the news,
Filling many hearts with fear.
Some listen to only what they want to hear.
Their denial leaves a black and blue bruise.
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She didn't take the train.
The last time I saw Her. It feels so much more final to say it that way, but I guess it’s the same outcome either way. When I think about it logically, I can understand that She’s never coming
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