Tag Archives: Prose

I and the you

this is me,

know what

it means

to let it be.

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Asked with tongue,

and your heart replied.

Not drifting,

it’s a summer tide.

Strangers in a crowd,

side-by-side.


Painful watching the dead die a second death.


You were you,

and

I was

no more.


Amber lights falling

on green nights,

thin eyed darkness

five miles high.

My echoing song,

I was beginning to think

you’d never

turn the lights on.


Further from fading,

when within fifty arms reach.

White handkerchief raised.


💜

Frozen sea,

ice floe,

sets ice show.

I saw flatline,

you said it flows,

looked down

to match up,

and I froze.

Rye talk

under falling

corn snow,

fingers bruising

on to and fro.

Quick to play

an adagio,

human dynamo

writes a woe,

varigo trapping

tap to go,

hemp willow

no smoke,

holy joe.