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Untitled?
When the chaos of the day
gets washed away
and the serenity of night descends,
I begin to wonder, as the stars ascend.
Trying to put puzzle pieces together
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A Villanelle
The pool is open, did you not hear?
There’s a banner in town advertising it.
Summer hasn’t yet slipped from my fingertips.
I almost want to cry
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What the World Is Made Of (Colors)
Color winds its way through souls –
plant stems, the lick of a warm breeze, snow, flames that flicker high, painted in
red, the color of roses
as well as blood,