Posts tagged poetry

house

Sweeping the pebbles from the patio, I feel the threadbare knees of my first jeans, I grow small in perspective and large in wonder, Fill with a sense of play in the clean efficiency of…

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on time arrival

This morning, I carried the cold choke of tears from a fading vision, back to the warmth of my bed. Dreams aren’t characteristically so on-time, Ever arriving in a cloaked foretelling. Or standing with its…

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