held in time
with you
on day too heavy
to carry
away,
making the most
of well lit
hours-
by not insisting
sunshine
stay,
in fresh puddles,
children
play.
based on what
circus pays,
staff barely make
rent-
since when is getting by
on peanuts
enough food for
elephants?
found beauty laid out
in a meadow,
couldn’t tell where
hair stopped
and grass began
to grow,
then found my place
beside you,
to see what seeds
may sow.
arrows all around
the target,
not a single
hit,
either archer’s out
of practice..
or target won’t
permit.
in the moment,
dreams
feel
smothered by
weight
of
a breathless
dawn,
any instant,
sky may cast light back
in reminder hope’s
not gone.
resting on tin
roof,
transfixed by
perfect
view
of
all my eyes
reach,
scanning skyline
for distant
beach,
to wade through
in mind,
knee deep in
figment
tides,
till cool enough
to head
inside.
must we speak
for souls to
meld?
i quite like the
quiet way..
we invade each
other’s
mind,
from the other
side of
room
in
real time.
remember december?
those nights crept
quick..
on worn out
blades-
thru the everglades of
lazy days,
and don’t forget
july,
or their endless
eves..
on which we
so relied
to pass our
waking
time.
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?
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.
hands in the garden 
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