Even the Moon Knows
Doe-eyed . . .
you're unaware
that my heart is breaking.
The moon falls into the sea as
you leave.
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Hardened
Stony --
this place around
the heart that you once owned;
a barren field where even weeds
won't grow.
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Firestarter
Embers --
a faint glimmer
left among the ashes;
you brush my shoulder and I feel
the fire.
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Jilted
Blackness . . .
not a glimmer
of summer moon or stars.
Like me, they too, need a reason
to shine.
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Veterans Day
Hard rain --
black umbrellas
surround the marble wall.
Each person touches a name and
moves on. |
Boiling Point
For years,
this back burner,
set on a slow simmer --
you turn up the heat and start a
full boil.
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Giving Up the Dream
Burned-out . . .
after years of
searching for "Mr. Right."
Now, I'm glad just to control the
remote.
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In the Undertow
Death tide --
fish wash to shore
with the incoming waves,
as I struggle to find my own
way out.
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The Flutist
Ghost notes . . .
undulating
through this tangled forest;
in between, the rain plays notes of
its own.
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