(1) friday's poem
on these nights
better go hungry
know exactly what misses
you leave the water on the table in its empty glass
wait and listen sound of
you could talk the constant the surround the hum
wonder does anyone?
feel it there a pulse that drives
yesterday there was lightning thunder
response yes exactly
only the cold air can understand
only the spring green tree blur can understand
to clarify a hot air balloon made of tissue paper set on fire
there is no voice for this
tune guitar the in-between
the waves will tell
so the whisper it’s taken so long to find it the secret so this is
leave lose in paper shuffle yet in pulp scrape over you can still discern
the travel of what’s left unsaid
(2) monday's poem
snow thinks of you
sky merges land
the quiet ly
falling fall
day where nothing matters
but white
whets appetite for
the cold is
silence that never before existed
the morning an answer
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i'm too lazy to do this up in my photodraw program so the spacing is right.
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