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The Tide of Mind

If I could,

I would float

and swim through

the disruptive, riding

waves of the

aching ocean.

.

But I can’t.

.

I’m immersed in the vital vault

that encourages me:

to endure; to persevere; to rest.

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Waiting for the white

The lilies that appeared

at my door

prematurely

didn’t wake

until I stopped

watching.

As I turned

my back,

they looked out of the rain-trodden window

and waited for my eager eyes:

to return; to massage the cold pane.

I’m waiting.

I must

until the lilies whisper-

when the gentle whisper turns into a breeze.

I’ll turn around and bathe in the aroma

of the soft, pure petals.

The nectar-filled, cordovan bananas balance from the arm and

I’m thinking of how the nectar will

stick to my palms like syrup,

how it will stroke every wrinkle of my hand.

I want to create a collage with my ox-blood stains.

lily

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Vulnerable Creatures

A little bit of poetry before I rest and it becomes Monday.

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But we are all just daisies
waiting
to be plucked.

Even the most beautiful things are
damaged
and crushed
into oblivion.

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