Sorrows of Sorrow

everything
i’ve
loved
i’ve
reduced

to art.

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Gathering Dust

Some lives pass

like an abandon

pink mobile home 

where

the Sonoran wind kicks

dust through creaking

doors then slams it shut.

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Shards

After I kissed you good-bye,

I made my ritual strong coffee, 

watched the sun crest the ridge,

watched her define clear cut 

but empty shadows.

Shattered ceramic shards

cut at my feet.

I cried over each fragment:

the handle’s curve in twos,

the bottom’s foundation in fours,

the walls that held in eights.

Bloodied, I did what I could, 

I got up did 
laundry, sorting, hurting.

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Assessments

Robbery:

defining someone 

with a words.

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Aokigahara

Awakening doesn’t mean 

a lifetime of day lilies,

sometimes it’s an unbearable 

dense forest. Where 

pine limbs jerk under duress.

Heavily fruited bodies 

swing 

twist

swirl 

toiling to liberate 

bedeviled shadows

who’ve seen behind

the veil.

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Sunday Rain

I wasn't crying
then the rain came,
and we both wept in sheets.

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