photos with
smudges..
of ghosts holding
grudges–
and scribbled on
behind
is a date
in bold black
that we can’t
take back.
abstract
gracefully stepping
from canoe-
your swan
ankles
swallowed
by sea,
as downy wings
rustled
like leaves in
love’s
tree.
softened thoughts
in genteel
mind,
a smoker’s cough,
but more
refined,
no cage
bars..
to
hide behind–
in light of day,
can’t help but shine.
a shutter
click-
grins flashed
thick,
with teeth as
white
as
screen’s too
bright!
was that wave
aimed at
me..
or someone
behind?
held the door out
of pity
or
just to look
kind?
offered help for
the thank
you
or just to give
blind?
i’d be grateful, were i
in the right state
of mind.
peel off
a little sky
to peer into the
other side–
unless too
shy
to behold what’s
beyond
bounds of one’s
own lawn,
i understand
the fear..
it keeps my eyes
down here.
a wave to packed bus
rushing
away,
the lovelorn
shuffle
home..
to crash on
couch..
to revisit the
hours..
to loosen my
belt-
and smell summer
flowers.
fresh cut
smell
on slipping
day,
holding
on..
only to watch
it fade,
deep gut
swell,
the night grows
bare
little left to do
but stare.
craving inner
silence..
but dreams mostly
of violence,
wakes up to own
scratches..
clutching a book
of matches,
yet rises to
face..
the
quietness,
a lioness,
she is.
absence grips
on tightly,
thoughts of your
warmth
remind
me..
how
to feel-
with empty
space
beside
me..
but never
inside.
hands in the garden 
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