street with no
sign
suits my steering
wheel fine,
until stranded
somewhere
new,
no landmark, map
and barely
a clue,
turn ’round and
head back
or drive on
thru?
Author: grumpygorman
it’s
not over-
so why do eyes
clench
to seal the
leak?
how have we lost
the want to
speak?
a yearning to open
to the world,
while lodged in
throat’s
an..
unpolished
pearl.
birds sound far-
crickets
close,
fireflies boast their
cozy glow,
you & i
nose to nose..
a faint breeze
tickling
both.
lay here for a
moment,
i won’t touch
you,
no need
to,
everything’s been
shared in a
look..
thru one another’s
open book.
i find it hard
to focus
through your lip
movements,
just being
honest,
could watch you
speak for
hours
and
catch enough
in your
tone
to
affirm you’re
not alone.
rings around the
eyes
set on scaling
boundless
sky
to
find a
peephole,
to get a clearer
look inside–
to
spot..
what shall
no longer hide.
same lost walk
through
park
new marvels tug
at sleeve
to be
believed,
too busy peering
down, trying
not to
trip
over crack
in familiar ground..
to glance about
and see,
there’s far more to
perceive
than
draggin’ feet.
beyond the
veil,
i see you
true,
though you’d
prefer i
not..
as pale as you once
thought–
with eyes
so boundless blue.
as road forks
’round the
bend,
can’t see the
clearest way ahead,
though wheel turns all
the same,
no bad drivers left
to blame.
smell the lightning,
hear a clap-
power lines strained
but waving
back,
air is dense, and
unfencing
gate
up to front door
door
as we brace,
in wait.
hands in the garden 
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