May 5, 2023
Silence Prevails 05/05/23
The Empty House Stand in the echoing gloom, call upon the howling silence, wait... and be liberated by your mortality.
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Dogs In A Sunlit Park
​​Flying fur and joyous paws,
bringing fun to those outdoors.
Big and small and thin and fat,
who could help but smile at that.
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Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,
echoing barks off low park walls,
why take your lunch indoors?
When joy roams free on just four paws.
A Friend Remembered
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We had not talked for year on year,
but I thought to come and meet you here,
to ask to know of days I missed,
of friends estranged and lovers kissed.
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I thought to meet one warm spring day,
to share a drink and while away,
yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,
as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.
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Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,
expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,
for a friend like them,
I think I'll sit and wait a while.
Sunday​​
I'm gaming inexpertly,
all hands and no thumbs.
She's four blankets deep,
asleep with a dragon.
The air is warm with lamplight.
She sniffles, the nest shifting,
a hand appears, is clasped,
and fetches a smile.
It's Sunday and it's late,
endings are catching trains,
but not for now,
minutes are forever yet.
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