I touch her shoulder lightly
And she wakes abruptly
Wild eyes lock on mine,
Till recognition dawns across her features
And her breathing slows
I wonder what keeps her up at night
And what puts the fear into her mornings
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...