treading time’s blend
of clear and
clouded
pond fiercely
stirred
then
settled as if never
disturbed.
friend dearest reaches for
my hand on
stroll
and it’s a little
hard to
hold
hope when not
in control
of
the price of
gold.
sinking stripped
down-
splayed on couch
in mind,
vacant pleasures
at hand-
still feel it when
imagined..
you were here
tucked
into
me
like love note
used to
read.
ride me like the
longshot
in
a one horse
race-
still fails to
place.
i hold your eyes
in mine
to
feel what you
dream
when not
seen.
coward kindles
cannon
fired void of
feeling
aftermath of
strike..
the match and
turn from
flash.
all but gone.. or
belong
to taming of
tigers
war for last
bone.
wrong strain of
weather
to wave my
feather
like all’s
fine-
dodging scowls from
strangers
over
scars don’t feel
like mine.
making mental
contact
with tipping stool
in closet,
mercy..
knot me fingertip
to wrist,
to deny me
fists.
fever billows from
abroad
lend sober grounds
for pause
of
heart beast
still
too raw to survive
the thaw
hands in the garden 
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