let’s meet out
front,
we’ll watch the
bus stop..
just to see who
gets off,
then we’ll take bets on where
they’re headed next,
based on which way
they walk.
mindfulness
it was music for
reflection
on a stroll back
home
that lead me to
the trees,
i swear they arched
a little closer
to make sure i was
breathing,
at once, i felt both
held and seen
standing lone and barefoot
in the street.
open to what’s
next,
loving like a
child,
life’s not as you
warned,
i recall feelings..
not facts that drag
me back
into questioning
intentions.
planted and
pushing..
strained against
a wall,
poking through
brick,
the
hair caught
between two teeth
pluck it from the source
of its seed,
much like any
weed.
cool rains cascade from
a heavenly
mouth,
rinsing eyelids and leaves
with the promise
of peace,
in most solemn but
soothing
way,
the window pane
bleeds in
grey.
i kissed a hippie
visitor,
we drank our coffee
stronger..
together and spit
out myths
while tangling
pasts
to free the years
long spent
outcast.
lately i sleep with my
ear to the sea
to perceive what’s
below,
do i hear
a faint echo?
like my own softened
voice
bubbling up from
the floor,
your deep water
whispers
leave me dreaming
of more.
i drop my wedding
ring into a
glass
to watch how quick
it sinks,
it’s senseless games
like these that
consume
me
when given time
to think.
bony leaf adorns
lit path,
the monarch
wing..
rests flightless on its
patch of grass,
in the middle of
a childless
park
on another sunday
starved for
song,
it’s rare that moments
this clear come
along.
in dispassionate
protest,
i chose to hold
silent,
where so many
times
i’d shared my
mind
and retched much
discontent.
hands in the garden 
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