Sandra Regan Poems

We had morning coffee,
we had a morning walk,
pictures on phones,
and a daylong talk.
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Do you want to do it?
I'm not sure, I say, 'yes.'
Vortex swirling below.
Every inch closer says DO IT.
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Late at night we meet again.
It's the life of a musician.
Face the fact, I'm making my move.
Evening will bring hands that soothe.
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Last 12 months, a year to forget.
Every tear, every prayer, each failed bet.
Time to move on, time to let go.
Sky sets quick, head hung low.
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Are you ready? Hold it with your chin.
This is a game that you will win.
It won't be easy, now stand up straight.
Come on now, I know your fate.
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Dark eyes, long hair, proud of familia and roots.
Tattoos claim the city with the golden bridge.
Why you? So strange when these eyes only sought green or blue,
uninked, milky skin, and hair of gold.
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She wears black but her soul is white.
he is paranoid about performing and perceptions.
don't overthink it don't try to understand it.
he doesn't yet realize that she is fearless.
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She was born on 3.
He was born on 7.
She was born on 31.
They work at 500.
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Long night with two friends and two dogs.
Laughter, secrets, fantasies, and apples?
Music, cheap wine, tequila.
Snuck a sip of your tequila.
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Ancestors at your side every single day.
Loved always, don't forget these words I say.
Wise young boy, with eyes of green.
Aim for the right and don't be mean.
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