Two
Swallows in the Rafters
Yellowed
journal pages -
read in discreet whispers,
a poem from my scarlet days
still fresh.
Skipping Stones
When life
ground this one down,
his hardship set deep roots,
'til the veiled solace of scotch highs
faltered . . .
he dipped toes in and magic words
formed poems as he took
refuge here, by
the pond.
Far winds
wore that one thin,
she who wandered shadows,
the light of her elusive love
fading . . .
she swirled a brush into palette
gleaming and the world changed
with one stroke, by
the pond.
I come
for deep waters,
partake from a chalice
the soothing elixir that calms
a soul . . .
smooth stones in hand, by cool moonlight
I send them one by one,
skipping across
the pond.
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