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If we write fast enough
the day will not catch us


Who knew?

that words would rule the world
swirl across
the endless scapes of humanity
and find you
and you

and even you.

Im tapping out
an SOS
of internal rhyme
the cadence
falling soft

landing hard

A penny for your thoughts
was
not enough
and perhaps it never was

Object Unkown

Question


What ails thee my love?


A query
to hang upon
the towel rail

Response

A river of anger
that swells and pulses
over my feet

The way our children
coil and strike
at the eyes and
half truths we once
offered as gospel
but now do not cut it

Question

What heals thee my love?

A query
to flip and rotate
till it catches the morning

Response

A sea of reconciliation
to immerse me
and bring relief
to bright open cuts
and weeping old sores

The way our children
will find us
long after we are gone
and rediscover
the half truths
we might had told
and still hold true