lost to the ages
I wrote snippets of thoughts
onto scraps
of colored paper
stuffed them into my front pockets
—and left the city
for the country
there I bowed to the sungod
unstuffing my thoughts
from my front pockets
—like butterflies they flew
away from my hands
into an endless blue sky
—up up & away they went
and suddenly
I felt a piece of me
go with them
october two thousand twenty-three
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shadows like birds or
birds like shadows
flying behind white linen curtain
coming and going
back & forth and over & under
undoubtedly feeding their young
or chasing their very own
displaced souls
since I couldn’t see
what I couldn’t see
I changed my train of thought
pretending they were giant moths
turned into beautiful butterflies
made possible by a warrior princess
carrying a magic sword
and a handful of wishes
march two thousand twenty
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how the garden grows
in my absence
photos clicked and sent
my way via
short message service
I don’t own a device
anymore
but I can still receive
be they still or moving
or downright blossoming
it matters not
I like the bleeding hearts best
almost always first
or second to arrive
depending upon the winter
I promise I’ll be back soon
it’s only temporary
where I’ve been
or where I’m going
if memory serves me right
the tulips will be next
april two thousand nineteen
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