In youth,
my writing slaved beneath my leisure
To answer questions
...
Feeding my soul,
I look at barns
and want inside
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A father teaches a son
everything he knows...
Sometimes, it
...
Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light
...
Unto a rose,
flower so sweet
Petals like velvet,
...
Words rushed through my head
clearing cobwebs away
All letters on edge
...