Each day a life
Trapped but breathing on
it’s own
Faint lines drawn on the perimeter
Dust tulip trees grown
In the ash and wild
Haze precedes the dark
The lines no longer visible as
you step out
Further along
Grateful for the created distance
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Sure, at one time the wings were gossamer
and we had the promise of a beach vacation
and sure, the cocoon was lovely, if not a little
cramped and there was nectar.
Not in great quantities, mind you, but there
was nectar, but now –
the wings have been trampled, life has
happened once too often, the trees
no longer provide much shade, and we must
move on, let the balloon soar, and allow
passage, art, and time.
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Night howling
In scathing light
Oxymorons grow
In light sadness
Settles in light
The church stands
Anonymous since
Childhood
My evergrowimg
Passion for deep seas
Is a lie
Is a lie.