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Rain Falls Harder Than Our Dreams (Poem)
those had weight once
determined we slung them across our backs
inspired we cradled them near our hearts
older now we’re burdened by the stones in our pockets
those things we pick up on the way
to give them to someone put them somewhere
use them for something we never remember
still we grab more and more
over the years it becomes too much
we shrug off the heavy hopes
those discare the rocks we choose
they break into pieces with a thud
some end up in our pockets
some shake the building
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Blink (Poem)
once I looked at the sky and did not see sky
no blue just color no cloud just shape no sun just heat
stared longer until those were gone
because I had cast all I was upwards
joined with the vastness I too disappeared
now here I am and there is the sky
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Though These Remain (Poem)
then
heat shimmers on the streets of my childhood
asphalt buckles under the hot midday sun
bullfrogs throat in falling twilight
moon offers deceptive promises in softened night
gulf breezes never suffice to cool
now
train whistles sound near my last home
electric saws whine in competition
houses get moved, rebuilt, and demolished
history is presented as a calling card
quaint facades hide broken lives
always
friends have ever given joy
meals provide room for storied laughter
strangers often display untold kindness
encouragement is left on wooden benches
I have sought what I have found
all these remain and I do not look back
I go and I go soon
