Old, abandoned trunk /
Life is not always as it seems /
Damaged, distant dreams.

Old, abandoned trunk /
Life is not always as it seems /
Damaged, distant dreams.

Summer work anew /
sprouting from seed to flower /
to pollen to bee.

Canicular days /
Swinging hard at the Dog Star /
Home run, Sirius.

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My heart in my hands /
Golden against gritty palms /
Each soft beat your name.

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God expects man’s fruit. /
Man delivers shells instead. /
Hollow is the love.

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All my friends are clouds /
Scuttling across the sky /
Whispering thunder.

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Those who saw you fall /
might never have known you /
then they saw your tears.

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Who am I? you ask. /
Some days, logic says a geek. /
Other days are blurred.

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Water resistant, /
creek find, Herman boot rescued. /
Spring planter reuse.

It is not a nut. /
It is a legume, you say. /
I say, It’s a truck.

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