We walk on the beach
one of us wrestles seaweed
The tide goes out
one us says, God’s speed!
We run into other dogs
one of us pretends I’m not there
I suggest some restraint
one of us flies through the air
One of us gets a burger
on the ride home
I suggest the ball
One of us wants a bone
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It seems to finish alone,
the evening silent blue,
the call of butterflies
in silence overdue
And pen in hand I scratch,
like morning hungry hens,
but all is silent chair,
the sleep of soft pink wrens
Yet in an often dream,
the poem is success,
in slow swim of night
the heart finds ways to bless
You’re surreal, my oxygen,
The tears in laughter,
A much needed and a quiet,
A shower and a shower –
don’t make me decide,
And Joe’s Diner for dinner
in a booth in a window
in love in a romance
language sans words
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stepping away
turning to go
summer in music
fall in love
and watercolor
in the beaded
gowns of battle
under rose tinted skies
you will love there
and wish to stay
adding cream
light snow in the wind
I watch you enter
unmeasured
Picassos
a bird strikes
the window
I know the dull thump
and every flower turns
to reach the sun
