He hath struck me whimsy to no excess,
suspended me ‘neath sun-starched rainbows,
shod me with laces loose and forever soles,
laid down no spurs, no ties to divert me,
and Trusts me assured when shadows lengthen,
will ease me gentle down the Tracks.
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Splotch
ink
spilled
spoiled
splintered
splattered
searching for a page
where nothing may be Writ
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Intercession
One day walking hand-in-hand along the shore they discerned a bubbling up, albeit vague, nebulous, nevertheless an orenda it was that gave them pause, cause to feel they came together to make a difference in this place.
At the edge of the water, in the majesty of the sunset with her hand taken in his, a mutual stirring arose and by silent wonder their eyes were directed toward the heavens.
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Festinate
now them roar
red light shadows
scurry ere the dawn
incite growling dogs
and rousting sparrows
race destined for a place
where if they could
they wouldn’t Be.
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