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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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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Dyad
Tis Sun untrue,
in two,
he done of heavy weary?
For light given to the rose,
does he one the more, the other
favor new born bloom, a sweeter fragrance
’stead thorny prick, a drop of blood?
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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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