I perked up, for you had arrived.
Or had you? As I listened, you
stepped back and faded
into that which I thought I had heard.
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How many heroes have ended this way?
He hops on one hip,
the one that still works,
while the hard floor waits
for the codger to fall.
Love demurs
Who am I
to say to you
what you should do?
Birds bring word in their dirty breeze
Trees are chopping down the forest,
and fish are killing the seas
In the snow
I am in the park in the dark under layers
of cloud. I could be in bed,
or dead. But I’m not. I’m here.
I’m almost surely, certainly here.
God gave us a boomerang
But we call it the mind.
I hate running
They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
Alchemy of prayer
Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
Our Church, this valley of tears
Corruption is the vein we mine,
risking our life to foul the air
“Discernment”
One goes one way
and another another
while I
wonder in-between
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