Toast to the muses /
High and low, who grace the Earth /
With bread, wine, and song.

Toast to the muses /
High and low, who grace the Earth /
With bread, wine, and song.


“End Road Work,” sign says. /
Declaration or demand? /
Hanging to stir doubt?
Guns clatter the ground. /
Clouds bulging with thoughts and prayers. /
Shrill tears from heaven.
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Stars spackle the night, /
a sky of buttons and tears, /
render of the past. /
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Pain, that subtle beast, /
dances across memories, /
clutching time’s embrace.
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Your image returns, /
a tea kettle’s whistle: /
loud, whiny, undone.
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A thousand stars wake /
in your smile each morning /
each bright with passion.
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Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
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Pieces of eaten bird. /
Crumbs of rolls and pumpkin pie. /
Second coming scouts.
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Free falling in love /
I find the stars within reach /
and my heart far away.
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