Fragile, I cracked, collapsed
Into a screaming ocean of tears
My womb of sanity aborted, prolapsed,
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You’re doing the best you can with what you’ve got
I pray that you always have more than have not
You’ve been truly helpful in numerous ways
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Night’s long dark fingers read the face of the sky,
Obliterating blue, light and clouds
Behind a bookcase,
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The Muse wakes me at four –
Wakes me mid-snore
To impart some eternal knowledge
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She walks out
toward the sky and sun
setting
on her path
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the moon is basking
in its own reflected light,
and floats,
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in a beautiful rain, the trees
return their share of blue
into the autumn air,
back to the sky,
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trees dance
to the rhythm of the wind,
tossing their myriad arms
in exuberant abandon
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September’s a month full with yellow days
Awash in tiny butterflies, a dancing yellow haze
That flutters constantly above long rows of yellow maize
While graceful flowers follow the sun with their steady, yellow gaze
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