Stone by stone we build
these walls around our hearts while
love's last tears still dry.
...
The little girl wears blue galoshes - shiny
and fun in any weather - but they do not
match the sadness in her heart of tiny
sorrows sewing shadows long ago forgot.
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Had I told you how my feelings, then, would last
for you (a forest fire burns so hot!) ,
words - wasted - would be echoes in my past
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Time.
Just a moment wrapped inside an instant
measured only by what was or was not
done…
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Hanging silent in the sky
above a concrete earth,
sightless electrons lensed
green, yellow, red (timed flow)
...
Concrete and steel on all compressing,
Impassive stares on soul depressing,
A caustic dark sunlight repressing:
Welcome to Baltimore.
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This path I’ve trod
(writ long before my birth)
meanders and seems somewhat
aimless at times - even painful
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The mighty blue Montana sky at dawn
explodes across the plain with tidal force
in unabated, pounding waves of light
to roar unchecked along its westward course-
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I took with me an angel
through the autumn of the empty -
arching summons bounding high -
purple, orange and red in plenty
...
My poetry my life, my blood the ink
I stain these unmarked pages with, my past
the well from which I draw my art (don't think,
just breathe the words as though they may not last) ,
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