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Desire first
love follows
hand holding on the avenue
Simple, surreal, attainable

It’s right when you float
Texting from across the room
that one and only look
that lets you know

you are living
and breathing
holding on for each moment
in the iconic love affair…

this weed, skinny standing stark,
face to the sky holds its small
leaves like beggar’s palms to
the sun, the rosette there
circling its throat, an upside-down
crown.

it is you, this weed, and it
flourished today from the crown up,
raised and opened
the arms of its seeds to the sky, sparkling,
with intelligence and the morning dew.

tomorrow
they will release, lift from your mind
like nimbus parachutes, or heavenbound fireflies,
shining ideas leaving behind

that which was rooted.

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they know everything
who comes and goes
friend and foe
the nose knows

you save a dog, they save you
dog people know
it’s an unwritten code
there is no manual

they make you laugh
they never make you cry
they wake you up
alarm clock not needed

they let you talk to people
who you’d never talk to
they are social media
they don’t ask to be Liked, just LOVED….

pragmatic
but still able to feel
rough work week
spent and tired

days between stations
desire had to wait
stony exterior starting to melt
will you ease me down from the madness?

don’t ask for much
but when I do
will you come running
or will it just be Monday
all over again?

It’s autumn in Georgia,
and nature’s death,
has never looked more beautiful.
The hills roll away like sleeping lions.
The untamed splendor
of dying leaves is strangely magical.
As God paints the mountains in
primary colors,
they bleed into one another,
Creating rust-colored
mountain ranges
with ice capped peaks.
It’s autumn in Georgia, and
nature’s death,
has never looked more beautiful.

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He spoke to me:

“As I walk the land,
Submerged in thought,
I hear the footsteps of my ancestors,
conquering the darkness
with their small candles.
Their once extant spirits
have crossed-over:
moonlighting as heralds from
another world, riding the winds,
praying I breath in
their ceaseless energy, So
their good can emanate through me
As it once did them.
When you dream, he says,
Dream a dream that changes
The world, not just yours.
In a world turned upside down,
Be good hearted and strong,
And watch as like minded men rush
to your aid.”

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