Whisky river
thoughts cascade
plunge against the rocks
splash misty vapors
feed a starlit fog
all meander, struggle wayward
groping for their way back home
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Cut (short)
Was it stain intended, my pen lay against the parchment
Vitriol, incision screwed, filet heart bare, an open wound
Or saw teeth jagged, clawed and snagged against my hand,
Sliced thrice, what price, words precise, profundity avert?
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Respite
Pause
to ponder
day diminished
‘neath majestic oak
winter bare thine leaf
where goes no shade,
dreary
dank
damp
here I cooled
mine restless heart
when warm and
overflowing
bursting
yet it yearns
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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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