with the clouds

September 11, 2016

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what would it be like

to float above, seeing the earth

as flyers do –

wings soundless, soaring…

worries 

caught in stalks

of corn, drying in the sun

 

 

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thoughts echo

September 9, 2016

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questions reverberate

as I lie, restless

among twisted sheets.

Rising, I open

the shades to windows

streaked with rain.

morning presses its face

against clouds, lightening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

clarity

September 8, 2016

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absorbed

September 7, 2016

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