the drowners
resurface
to cast one last
gaze
at pond dragging
strangers
still mouthing their
names.
rhyme
you ‘finger traced’
my chest,
i took it all
back,
you solved
the lie,
i couldn’t
cry,
but tried to keep
flying,
we tumbled through
clouds
into pleasure’s
salivating
mouth.
timid twins in
the mirror,
staring at one
another,
would kill to be
the other,
angels cut from
same silk
cloth.
stripped of cheap wood
camouflage,
folded chair in dad’s
garage,
a dusty crate of
god knows
what..
is needed to connect
the dots,
when crayon’s missing
from its
box.
an early morning
moving truck,
mother’s lip stained
coffee cup,
her majesty-
tobacco
queen,
a muffled sigh
in flannel
sleeve,
ledge littered with
fall’s blood
drained
leaves.
last caged bird
of memory
flees.
this season clouds
my vision,
although i pray
in time,
these fall leaves will
look inspiring
in the background
of my mind.
no leaf like
the next,
restless children
of fall-
scattered and
vibrant,
in play or
at rest,
tiny toes flatten
grass,
eyes drift like
clouds
through dream
filled skies,
when grown weary,
we cozy
inside,
no leaf like
the next,
autumn ache
floods my
chest.
turning on the
soft lights
only to be
further scared
by the reflection
of a movie
never scripted to
be shared.
autumn tones bleed
through the
drab,
rust and red
paint nature’s slab,
doom cast on breath
of summer
vows..
mere whispers now
as window
locks,
sleep
taunts parents,
kids
fear clocks.
why don’t i trust
to say?
why can’t you see
what’s in the
way..
we kiss, before
the freeze
makes it impossible
to breathe.
hands in the garden 
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