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The fog wraps around my brittle fingers.Clinging to the steering wheel, 7:55 am. The air on the road muddy ahead,Rest my soul. I know where to go. 2 pm, the sun isAglow. Bright red nose,The river sure looks cold. Another autumn walk,Thanking the sun,For that little bit a warmth.Soak it in,Summer is long on the…
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Mom, are you watching with disapproval?Dad, are you saying what a victim I play?Are you both still running away from the pain you’ve made? A little girl learning how to do flips,Just to get you to look at her. Breaking her back in pieces,So she could bend the right way for you. There’s no pressure…
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Rustling leavesDance through my ear,Like tiny sandpaper sheets.Stuck contemplating who owns the trees. Their roots intertwined with each other and the soil. When its neighbor is dying of starvation,It doesn’t stand idly by.Sending resources trying to revive the tree nearby. But not so much that it itself shrivels and dies. A balance unknown to my…
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Inside the hive,Can you hear your mind? When the lights turn off,Do you feel the shadow? When the Buzzing begins,Does it crawl under your skin? When the light clicks on,Do your fears melt away? Outside in the garden,Can you see the siren lights sing? When you look in the sky,Does it seem small up there?…
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With relief, I see the sunriseShe granted me This one last day. Yesterday she rose Tomorrow, who knows?A rockHurtling through space She drags us alongPumping life into usFor just one more day. I trust her with my lifeAnd then she burns me. I look to the tree to protect me,All this oxygen they grant meThe…
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What if the sun led us astray? She hurtles through space, carrying us on her back. Does she know how we depend on her each moment of forever. When she sends out the flares that swamp our magnetic fields, is it to say she knows we’ve set ourselves ablaze? All she has brought to life,…
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Dry and burnt Thirst for the river Just out of reach Lick cracked lips,Do you know you’re thirsty today? Stare at the pavement watching the waves juggle Your restless mind. What will you find today that hasn’t already been found tomorrow? Wandering through brown once green leaves, listening for the crumbles of dying things. Gasping…
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Splash here Splosh there I used to see my friends everyday this time of year. Wandering around Lost but thrilled. Older now, Wondering when the Thrill was lost. The days are hot Those friends are gone. New ones are here. When was the moment Everything changed?


