Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Getting Older

time passes
seven to seventy one
yet young at heart

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kintsugi body
scars and cracks multiply
moon glows on gold

Friday, August 12, 2022

When the Gate Closes


when the gate closes  

cabineers will drive away  

take memories with them


Sunday, August 7, 2022

Not a Cloud in the Sky


not a cloud in the sky  

brightest blue canopy  

leaves dance in the wind  

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Monday, August 1, 2022





whenever he flies by  

I hope he'll fly to my hand  


I want to kiss his red beak  

gently stroke his red wings  

stare into his brown eyes  

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my hair  

his wings  


different shades of red  


may be the cause  

of my bias toward handsome  

vibrantly red cardinals  

Hands Are Full

  petrichor   heavy in the air   fills our hands