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Cinquain


 

In the Breeze

I sense
these floating souls
and angels in the clouds . . .
a silent muse passes softly
unseen
 

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Summer

 
Willows
sag in the heat,
while crows fight over crumbs
from the gravediggers lunch, and clouds
stand still


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Swimming
 
His lips
slide over mine . . .
Startled, bubbles swirling 
between us reaching for one more
first kiss
 

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Saturday
 
Marbles
clicking, clicking
as I walk to the park . . .
I start 'knuckle down' with my best
shooter
yes

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Unknown

Bad air,
vile vortices
from the fourth dimension,
devils at play? As ships and planes
vanish
in the Triangle, the myth of
a mystical vortex
to Atlantis
remains
 

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Late Fall
 
The warmth
of mom's brown shawl
wrapped around our shoulders . . .
how soft it was against my cheek
back then
 
 
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Who Knew

first time
at Carnival  ...
who knew the night
would be passionate bliss
upstairs in that room dressed only
in masks

 

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