Mists

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Mists,
those small pears of flight
sewn into float’s wings,
a morning’s drench,
that way I have
with forevers

 

Photo: Forest Hills Connection

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You and I

sunset-mountains

I remember somewhere
was right here
something was
welcome love
somehow was
our future –

but someday was
so long in its journey
the stars knew more
about it than
you and I ever
discovered

 

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