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Until You Greet Me With White Roses

I’ll have coffee on the porch swing
remembering how we laughed
when my feet didn’t touch the ground;

how we planned to grow old
watching fireflies
swirl ribbons ‘round willows;
dandelion dust carrying wishes
to clouds I wish I could see past

because I know there’s light
where you are.

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Embers

Pull me close enough
to feel your warmth.
Brush past me
with scent of flowers.

Let the soft
of your humility
rub off on me.

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Warrior

Some days
I want to stay fragile
within a cocoon of petals
but, I’m a warrior.
My stripes run

until all my yellow
fades away.

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Love Letter #69: Poetry

I heard harp strings sigh;
felt a moon sink
and rise again
with just a flicker
of impending fallen stars.

Hold my world
while I climb
into your deep eyes;
into your thoughts,
and drink.

What if my life
was just a metaphor
I woke up from?
You would still be here,
in the center
churning syllables,
pounding out words,
looking pretty

like that first
Underwood typewriter felt
under my fingers.

~

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I don’t know what to call you

Is there a pronoun,
for this heartbreak?

I see images of you
in chalk stick figures
on sidewalks;

in that last dance
we never had.

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Atmosphere

Jealous stars dance pirouettes
‘round light disguised as day.

Fireflies share secrets;
carry fullness of clouds
to a circle of gladness,
glimmering;

a metaphor for love.

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Full of Grace

Snuggled
between March
and May,
like a flower
amidst weeds
poeming-

waiting
for pollination;

a vision
in an artist’s eye,
blooming

somewhere in the middle.

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