street lights are still lit up
as she fills my coffee cup
with same greeting everyday
"how's your mom doing today? "
...
i know-
you won’t join me
beneath the moon
to taste ferments
...
more... i heard
your passion
pigmenting new desire
as sweet as grapes
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certain stillness up above
harmony after raindrop
birds start singing again
trees dripping wet; clean
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you always tell me
what’s broken yesterday
chanting of hateful memory
yet you never ask
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i open my window
to let my soul
wander
in search
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shy cricket runs beneath the leaves
awe with moon searching for seeds
tiny antenae wiggles for safe passage
find frog’s sticky tongue on her legs
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clouds mingling reflecting sun
it's bright and so great for fun
sun blocker news on this land
coco oil, orange peeling, grand
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i watch myself race with time
massaging these words to fine
looking if fits in box or override
sniff out or fill in those blocks
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