once again a move
into another place
where
lost within the heart
wanting to keep the pictures permanent
the adaptation turns stagnant

not remaining mobile
it turns into entrenchment
stoic hardened chin forever in
the air
the air that
no one can breathe
for very
long

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ahead was the light
turning red
while the sides of the road
showed
moving trucks
a car lot empty
enless telephone wires
a flea market stand
a sign announcing
"Praise the Lord
eat a biscuit"
an ice machine

further ahead
lost in some trees
a church steeple

the horn sounded
at the green light
while
gray trees stared

as a soul searched
driving through the scene

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the body cries
let me feel
the teeth cry
let me tear
the fingers scream
let me grab
stroke
hold
let go

while the soul
the soul simply
burns

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a hand touches my shoulder
there is a whisper in my ear
my lips are touched with
a moist affection
a blanket tucked under my chin
dreams of tenderness
that will not leave

oh
dreams

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I climbed a hill
to a hidden
moss-covered opening
amongst the naked
trees

two birds sang to me
as the wind came from
far away
and soon arrived
enveloped me
and passed on

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after the rainfall
and then a little sun

the leaves that carpeted
these woods
were glued to the ground
almost solid
as a few
recalcitrant
lighthearted few

scampered across
their brothers
on the breeze

almost flown

before they, too
fell down

and dreamed

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the veins stand out
on hands too still

silence on a heart
too weary

on a soul too long
yearning

the fingertips touch
the lips too long
unkissed

the will flutters
inside
deep

gives out a murmur
beats a rhythm
that cannot die

not yet anyway

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I live on air
on the sight of
snow on black trees

the call of a lost
mourning dove
shivering

on the voice of a good
son at the other end
of the telephone line

on the feel of the blanket
around chilled arms

on the taste of water
after too long without
when it lingers
slowly dancing
down my throat

I live in my soul
I live on
that air
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I am a cat
with eight lives gone
this last one
fairly
precarious

perched on top
of a winter dead tree
below
is only

stone

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raindrops
on the windshield
at night

skin dark
decorated
with diamonds
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