Fore Ate
The walls are close
Rough to the touch
Familiar friends
I can talk to again
The cot creaks
As I rise reluctant
Or lay down exhausted
A single light extinguished
Without my say.
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Four Seven
Four Seven
Your stomach churns
With the questions
Where are they?
What happened?
How?
Why?
Clouds obscure the sun
Rains come and never cease
Hope is a paralytic
We long for the grief
To move on.
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Four Six
Four Six
Ice out in the swamp
Open water
A chorus of frogs
Telltale signs
Of a tardy springs’
Welcome arrival.
The dirt stained snow
In the front yard
Hangs on like
Lint upon a black jacket
Unwanted
Tenacious.
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Witness
Witness
The wood
The splinters
The weight
You don’t mind though.
You are a carpenter after all.
Its the careless crowning
The thorns
The lash
How they all just stand back
And watch
Doing nothing.
Let us all witness
Forgiveness.
Let us all be blessed
In time.
4/3/15
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Run
Run
That wet scream
In the close distance
Muffled by darkness
Prickles at the roots
Of your hair
Scalp deep
You wish you could run
Fast and far
But which way?
4/2/15
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