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intentional breath

her message was camouflaged
in the colorful leaves
her lessons were learned
from the language
of the trees
she spoke clearly
to those who believed

breathe

with intention
set your target
set your goal

breathe

with intention
when feeling frightened
when feeling alone

breathe

with

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she doesn’t sleep Monday nights
claims Tuesday she has
chores to be done
that was when she was 31
many
many moons ago
every Tuesday
or was it Thursday
sheets & towels
dust & vac
clean out the frig
there’s always
something smelling

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i will protect you

i will protect you
my darling
my love

i will carry
all burdens
so that you have none

rest your head
when you are weary
have no fear
of the dark
i will stand watch

your beauty
reflects
in my eyes
your warm nature

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whistling dixie

she had a song
in her heart
she just could spit out
the words
wouldn’t form
the lyric
didn’t rhyme
she forgot the chorus
but didn’t mind

spent her day
in a flowered field
dreaming of
birds
bees
and tumble weeds

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he called out

he called out
no one heard
no one
came to the disturbance

searching the fields
wading through waters
waiting impatiently
no answers were found

compounding his misery
the sun set
the moon rose
and he stood
as time slipped away
and died
at

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the verge

on edge

does one enter
the darkened glen
at dusk
knowingly that night
will soon follow

that the moon’s light won’t filter
through the limbs
the ground
hard and cold
will not comfort

night sounds
will louden
while one’s voice
will silence

courage

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