Author: grumpygorman

/ grumpygorman
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could listen
again–

maybe hear
new,

and not simply
replay
until

tune’s drained
of juice–

hard to hear
truth..

and listen
too.

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we were kids
kissing

under haunted
house-

broken glass all
through
the

past got away
with too
much..

too fast.

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image: RyanMcGuire (pixabay)

nothing within
reach
or

high for
me,

all flyers find
home

by storm’s
end,

thru shadow script’s less
than noble
slips–

by
rise of
own wings

to
tame winds.

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image: hobim (pixabay)

said she liked
puzzles,

so that’s
all

suitors brought
in turn..

single file ’round
the block,

last hope in
line

offers
nothing but

an honest
hand–

for pleasure
walk..

and hear her
talk,

nowhere too
deep,

just a walk.

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tiptoes in the
garden,

fingers of
forest-

hopes buried
or

budding from
crown,

sterling stars of
spring-

the
petals of

my evening
gown.

image: Matryx (pixabay)
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Room, Space, Bedroom, Castle, Old, Ghost, Woman, Scary

we lay
untethered-

in shade
of each other

no need to
reach,

both clinging
sheets

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drapes
overgrown

..over
nothing

if not alone
alone

at
home

huddled in hutch
adorned-

bones bundled
in covers
torn

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