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Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Pining for pinnacle
Pining for pinnacle
Unsatisfied base camp
What is above the clouds
A pure purpose or stamp
Growth feeling incomplete
The sharp pointed pin oak
Wanting for greater round
The wheel and not mere spoke
Saturday, August 30, 2025
The golden light is here
The golden light is here
The unwatched time ladled
Given in a breached rush
Unbreakably cradled
Tinged in melancholy
Reminder of breathing
Wisdom wet paint again
Composition teething
Thursday, August 28, 2025
Can you hear the ocean
Can you hear the ocean
It’s under our same sky
Shall we surprise it with
A youthful step and eye
I will always help you
A potter’s cup with rain
Look, the soil is changing
From brown earth into grain
Standing on a hydrant
Standing on a hydrant
And feeling eight feet tall
Staring like a statue
Into the great time wall
Prisoners, MIA
Weeping for the soldiers
Vietnam casualties
Heavy on my shoulders
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
The pylons are falling
The pylons are falling
Conversations repeat
Our words without guardrails
Loosely in the front seat
Darkness is descending
Restless legs are pumping
The battery and bruise
The four wheels are jumping
Monday, August 25, 2025
No break in the storm clouds
No break in the storm clouds
Are they from thirty-nine
How have we allowed this
When we had every sign
Hatred in a heyday
False narratives prevail
Diversity in camps
A wanna be they hail
Sunday, August 24, 2025
A yesterday again
A yesterday again
The clouds and light the same
The music echoing
In some faint lost refrain
So many souls alive
Across these years now lost
Their hearts are in me both
As tattoos and embossed
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