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Faith in Nature (Roaring Garden)
The flapper Lilies sway their cupped dresses
while the trumpeting Snapdragons
play their sweet jazz for the garden.
Sniff the magenta Echinacea's dewey scents
dripping sweat after dancing in the sun! -
A Murder and a Mouse
Three crows sit on a bare shiloh.
They debate on whether to catch
the meadow mouse or spare it’s life.
The three crows don’t think very long,
because they are wild animals:
it’s in their nature to kill mice. -
A Decade Later
Nana, are you up there chirping in the blue sky?
Swinging above the canopy pines
while watching me slowly age from afar?
Are there twice as many stars in heaven?
Do you spectate from a torn-up lawn chair or
slump in an oak rocker? -
I Knew Her in '05
She wanes in the sky,
looming over the clouds and
prancing upon the darkness above
me. I knew her all
too well, I knew her
just well enough to know
how the highlights of her -
The Bear
The Bear has once again greeted me
in the dining room during lunch.
He has slumped behind the office desk
covered in coffee stains and piled receipts.
He reads the obituaries in the daily -
Snowed In
In a blue house with a red roof
lays a scraggly dog and his human.
The frost creeps up in their sleep,
decorating the house in winter,
crafting a vignette by the furnace.
These two young beings snore
Loves
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I Never Will
I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart. -
For the First Time
Deep in my heart,
I still wonder what went wrong.
Somewhere along the way,
Everything fell.Every day something falls,
But these days I can't seem to build it back up. -
In All Eyes
And as summer leaves,
Fall sings through the breeze.
Flowers start to wilt
As the world tilts.
Even as it dies,
Nature is beautiful in all eyes. -
Time isn't right
I wish I wasn't born like this,
As if my life depends on the time,
I can't wait or it'll be too late.
I look at myself and feel the same disgust,
As all those years ago. -
you have the right to remain silent
as the days turn to fire for retribution
and the nights turn to ice for revenge,
i watch the smoke curl over the mountains
grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic
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Forgiving Sadness
There is a quiet now that was not before,
Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.
A quiet that only came after the screams.
Those screams although painful were necessary,