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birdsong

the forest wakes up

with the sunrise

 

inhaling autumn air

deep                breaths

the creek sings

 

the creek gurgles

a melody

damned with trash

 

without a guide

deeper into the woods

we traverse

 

heavy packs

we carry more than we need

up the mountain

 

birds on a bare branch

mourn the lost sun

pond ripples

 

tornado skies overhead branches break

 

a challenge to the sun

even during the day

you shine

 

the hunter’s moon

finding my way

in pale light

 

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lost in the night

where the sun never sets

i talk to the birds

 

open photo albums

sprawled across the room

spider web
 

A homeless vagabond

Bathes in the lake

I sit in the rain

 

Skipping stones

On a mirror

The mountain quivers

 

dirty Wal-Mart mirror

someone else

looks back at me

 

unexpected wisdom

under a military crew cut

I will press on

 

steering my way

through cobbled alleys

warr komt u vandaan?

 

warming up to the idea

of letting it all go

spinning bike tire

 

grandpa passes wisdom

through the generations

fresh caramel

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sharing a charred yam

with strange friends

frisbee sunrise

 

chasing fireflies

she jaunts into the forest

for me to follow

 

hypnotist’s pocket watch

watching her walk

two steps              behind

 

hypnotits

dyslexia

or distraction?

 

she looks back at me

and smiles

glacial retreat

 

handwritten

I can feel

your energy

 

thousands of miles away

your words stay with me,

folded in my backpack

 

rose scented ink

with blood red letters

you say goodbye

 

the home of an old lover

why can i never

forget You

 

evening light questions

if she thinks about me

corn maze

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