Peaches. Melting ice.
Crushed cookies on the counter.
I will savor this.
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Peaches. Melting ice.
Crushed cookies on the counter.
I will savor this.
I enjoy the taste
of crisp luscious cucumber.
Winter’s hidden gift.
a strong elephant
grazes peacefully amongst
both birds and lions.
Laughter trickles down
stairs. We linger well into
night, speaking on war.
lessons on sunsets
learned at the kitchen counter
childhood returns
Wild flowers bend
Between plump dirty fingers.
Dandelion joy.
a potter’s heart wakes,
bows before wheel and water
Shape and reshape. Fire
I am the ocean.
vast. untamed. i rage and break.
my depths untroubled
A dark-skinned body
bears the pain of history
God, with a soft heart.
Life is no small thing.
Hawks circle above the kill.
Everything must die.
Hands crumble fall leaves.
A natural confetti
welcoming winter.
Edges are endings.
Beginnings too. Like a fly
draped in morning web.
Tree roots, rock polished
by feet from another time.
What intimate souls.
lonesome water drops
fall from crowded drains towards life.
I will cry with you
Lush Virginian soil.
Horrors tilled. A bone quiet.
What a hateful crop.
lungs are pure magic
Simple transformation sights.
they talk with the trees
flames become water.
power and patience move us.
I am the artist
I woke up crying.
Dying embers. I remind
myself she is here.
too tired to write
the day fades into night sky
darling words escape
Let me see your heart.
Come closer, beautiful you.
Your scars are stories.