hard not to preach
when tired
minded
and loaded with nights of
non purpose,
full of sleepless,
in search of
respite
only to find it
in bite sized amounts,
better i let these
days go,
than keep
count.
Author: grumpygorman
said
you loved me,
i called that
bluff,
you just blushed
and gushed
more sweet
stuff,
said i loved
you,
and turned
away
as though it
was..
so hard to
say.
at park and
ride
i remained inside to
watch birds
land
on
“feeder man”-
a flock unshy
to human
hands.
at park and
ride,
i watched
time
fly,
on
break
unplanned.
we climbed vast
heights
to lower our
eyes
the world below,
beheld,
still
wishing
to find ourselves
and the
truth,
suspended over
worries we
knew.
we crossed once
in heavy
rain-
you hailed a
taxi,
i waved in
vain,
we passed again when
skies were
clear,
you met true
love,
while i shed
tears-
until years
later
you reappeared
to ask..
“haven’t i seen your
face ’round
here?”
(at last!)
avoiding debates
i once started
to avoid being seen
as less smart,
to avoid being judged
at a table
sorely lacking
in heart.
wandered far
and wide
until all looked
foreign,
then sat and waited
for something
uncommon..
to
happen–
nestled into
stump of
tree,
when passer by
paused
to observe
me.
laying it on a
bit thick-
hoping something
sticks,
though it just
runs off
into eavestrough with
old leaves
and other
grit.
music of soul
risen
from
underbelly
of sea down
in me–
or deep within
you?
hear life in each
breath..
waves blown soft
and blue.
shoving road blocks
with no
luck,
trying to round them
gets me
stuck,
then in a manner,
far less
rude,
i simply ask road
blocks to
move.
hands in the garden 
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