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alternative avenues

the woods siren’s song

how tempting indeed
best to heed
the woods siren’s song

 

there is that moment
when you realize
you don’t need to be
on the other side of the fence
though it might seem to be calling
with promises of splendor
with a life that you could

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a hug

she wrapped
her arms around him
as if never to let go

her small frailness
hugging with the full weight
of her heart

and he
felt the necessity
to be stronger
at this moment
of her need

he
sang a simple melody

you too

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something simple

all i asked for
was a grilled cheese sandwich
something simple
like me
nothing complicated
& confusing
like jane
who is anything
but plain

who’s idea was that
anyway

could use a drink
an aphrodisiac
should come
with a warning label
drink

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friends never leave

i woke this day
knowing
feeling wasn’t ended
only suspended
………………….in time
displaced
for this place
is merely mine

hurt fades
tears evaporate
hearts mend
one’s strength
never breaks ………only bends

if life’s luster
musters fears

find me
for friends
never

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outline

the task
an outline
of one’s life

the thought
a drawing
of one’s past

why
would he
want to remember
the dark
and dingy
cobwebbed corners
filled with skeletons of flies

why
would he
want to remember
a drunken father
and

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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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