untethered the
summers..
laid shaded
in shame,
flattened by rainclouds
we could never
tame,
unshackled the
remnants
of steel round
our ankles–
thankful for a break
in the grey.
what might we
have done,
were we to know
the now?
more dry
sweat
on
furrowed
brow?
where would we
have flown
with wings fully
grown..
and how?
been here
before..
yet never with these
eyes set on
yours,
i’ve seen suns
tumble
over the
edge,
and a fresh moon
poured,
but never over
our heads.
songbird on
the wire
pecks at
sky..
and flies into
a hole-
to bewilderment
of crows
on hydro
pole.
a thinker
on park bench
stares down
at shoes,
wondering if the
view from
above
offers any
clues,
guy passing
by drags
feet..
through a
puddle,
and doesn’t see
thinker–
lost
in his
own bubble.
stippled ceilings-
prickly feelings in
the depths,
quickened
breaths,
headlights gloss
a window
pane-
sweat stains an
unmade
bed.
the loaded
mouth-
a heavy
head
above heart plump
with blind
regret,
the softest
tongue-
a mind
restrained,
heart calmed and
free to beat
again.
she waltzed into
my thoughts..
then took
a bow,
if only i had
the drive
to
dance
that i do
now.
a guilty moment
met with
shame
for last place
finish
in
game day
race,
but i did
show-
no need to
hide..
my face.
please don’t tell
my future,
i like a good
surprise,
do feel free to
read my
palms..
but know i don’t
follow
straight
lines.
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