silver
wise
sleepy
thoughtful introspect
the road behind ~ pot-holed rut-worn wooden wheels
pot-holed roads ~ come this far ~ astride them wooden wheels
advance
retire
withdraw
thoughtful circumspect
two wheels
zoom zoom
bump Bump
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Calm
he pounds the asphalt
I walk the woods
his hand chilled refutes You
my fingers weave warm ‘tween yours
his soul listens deaf to You
my heart sings full of You
he is desert
I am rain
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Quotidian
they have passed here
every morn lo thirty years
in the winter each breath
unfurls a flag of moistened mist
in the summer flapping loose their
ragged shorts and thin worn slippers
nary give a nod a neighbor for
better friends there attached by leashes
them the same never mindful of the season
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Outdated
clothed in darkness
slippers stead of sandals
the dew yet wet upon the lawn
gray hair rustles without her comb
paces direct ahead save
an alerting gaze askance a chance
another may she encounter
back home
seeing none save her paper awaits
to find the news of Yesterday
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