short reads
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People Watching
I want to sit on a park bench with you Watch the birds and people watch Make up stories Where they’re coming from and going to Take turns first me and then you In the morning remind me to wear sunscreen and a jacket Fix my coller Brush the dust off my shoulders as I… Continue reading
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A Spark or an Ember
I’m tired of new beginnings But I’d rather a spark to an ember That fleeting unsettled winking light Dancing in the air as it burns away with the wind Like a rocket running out of fuel reaching for the sky As it drifts reaching into the night With hopes of dry leaves in the trees… Continue reading
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In Nature
Birds never talk to me But I listen to them sing As they sing on without me And bugs On me they don’t even know I’m there Lost in their own little worlds on me As they live in them without me And the grass It springs back to hide any trace of my steps… Continue reading
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Rustling Applause
A song I’ll only hear once It waves through the air in time As its vibrations shake the leaves They wave to me And give their rustling applause As it fades The sound drifts away through the air To the edges of the worlds night Where its soul drifts into the black forever after Lost… Continue reading
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Asleep at a Desk
There’s a certain kind of sleepingWhich happens at a deskThat’s good for the soulNot going but falling to sleepWhen you shouldn’t but doThe sound of deep rumblesOn the ear through woodLight peaking under the arch of my armInto the cave where I buried myselfHolding the heavy weight of my headAnd warm air on my face… Continue reading
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Seven-deuce Offsuit
White knuckled seven-deuce offsuitAt a table of men exploring fateEverything I love riding on a betMy life cascading to unpaid debtPraying for rainOutside a burning houseThen washed down the streetLike a soaked little mouseLooking for rescueWithin every face I seeA stray elephantWho needs a place to beClutching at odds and endsAnd drifting away smoke in… Continue reading
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Snail Tracks
Snail tracks along the garden walls,Impossible to follow, I had tried many times.On a hill, in front of hills behind hills,Rolling from here to the ocean.Clouds, hanging low, moving fast. If you laid looking up, you’d be flying.Clouds that could be anything.Or so they were.How they’ve changed in my eyes.Raining, barely a drizzle, more than… Continue reading
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Jaded
Brush the jade offWith a deep breathAnd with earnest sighsStand tall in my new fever dreamWith tired squinting eyes Casted adrift with no anchorsLost myself bobbing on the wavesWith the lows and the highs Drifting sinking shipTo a splintered wreckA passenger or victim of the currentWashed up flotsom speck And now, a new shoreCovered in… Continue reading
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Reflected
My world reflectedAnd sinking away in twinkling black pools.My time passingCurved and in baby blue.How your smiles move into your eyes,And by how you see out of them.You looking up,Me looking down.My little life.How I disappear and fade into you.How I feel smaller as my river approaches the ocean,I’m spread out along the shores,Like a… Continue reading
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Baobob
Baobob shadows on the horizon,Upside down trees with their heads in the sand,Wide legs reaching for the Sahelian sun,Fruit bobbing like ornaments from the feet.The sun laying down for the night behind them to sleep.Huge sky, touching every corner of the worlds curves,The stars coming through that darkening blanket that lays over it all.Reminding me,… Continue reading