A Note Of Explanation

A Note Of Explanation

Along the oak clad drive are roses tended sometimes by great uncle Arthur. Abandoned croquet wickets still stand Amidst grown up lawn grasses. Seldom sat in wooden chairs receive rain. I want to leave here in a slow soft rain; To not really understand the destination...
Come Here

Come Here

Here there is always laughter Filled with love, gracious. We can here yet see a curved moon. I know you own sadness And sadness walks these fields also.bur here we learn to walk sadness, To become surrounded simultaneously by fields of green strongness now near absent...
Thinking Back

Thinking Back

Often, when she thinks back and takes comfort to herself for becoming a golden scout, cheerleader captain or member of the choir; an edginess descends; uncertain sadness comes. She then recalls those times, when, as a stranger she awakened; so lost and alone; not able...
Inside

Inside

Thank you for always seeking. Always inside every aspect of me is you. You are all I desire; you are my every hope. My most beautiful certainty is your presence; My every step is you within me. You lift from me Every aspect of being afraid And allow me kindness and...
A Boy

A Boy

On a bicycle, no longer abandoned; like a stoop worker in the field, a brown faced boy shines with perspiration as he pedals, in immense circles, through the humid town. And through an iron gate; ‘Magnolia Cemetery’ the sign said. In curving circles grey...
Not Long After Dark

Not Long After Dark

He was standing on the porch with bare back damp from perspiration and his heart pumped so you could see his chest move. He looked out through the trees to his small bike wheels spinning more slowly with each rotation afraid to go there, moonlight scarcely being...

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