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Monday, October 13, 2025
In the end they’re just dreams
In the end they’re just dreams
No foot or finger prints
Near weightlessness like light
Changing our very tints
Possessing them with pride
Empty suitcase it seems
Daily round trip travel
In the end they’re just dreams
Sunday, October 12, 2025
Born without arsenal
Born without arsenal
And “no” not an option
Questioning if I was
An unloved adoption
A charm on a bracelet
Striving for the locket
Instead gemstones picked out
Pockmarked and bare socket
Saturday, October 11, 2025
A sadness in parting
A sadness in parting
Sadness for brevity
Richer for the moments
And our longevity
The climate keeps changing
And our pans full of gold
Whenever together
Not left out in the cold
Thursday, October 9, 2025
Solitary in sun
Solitary in sun
And the sidewalks are long
Cars passing left and right
My a cappella song
Finding definitions
The mica in granite
Discarding projections
Boundaries are candid
Tuesday, October 7, 2025
Not sensing completion
Not sensing completion
A river without mouth
Although the physical
Is slightly heading south
Seeking confluences
And greater depth and wide
Languid in the vigor
That rocks me side to side
Monday, October 6, 2025
Removing the fence posts
Removing the fence posts
The rails have long been gone
But these markers wedged deep
Need more effort and brawn
Now time to do the work
Having grown strong and brave
These dots on the landscape
Will get more than a shave
Saturday, October 4, 2025
There is no cloud cover
There is no cloud cover
Thoughts have nowhere to end
If you are not stopping
Should any star befriend
Into greater darkness
Beyond our comprehend
But the moon tugs at me
An ocean wave append
Thursday, October 2, 2025
Too much sunshine shining
Too much sunshine shining
The leaves are curling brown
Autumns are long summers
Blankets must be turned down
Still shorter days shorten
The calendar days fly
And some in disbelief
Refuse to answer why
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
Answers come from the fields
Answers come from the fields
Or long stretches of sand
The motions of oceans
Can be waves in the hand
And the bowl of the sky
Can rain or shine with clues
The road and the bramble
Or in each other’s shoes
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