I'm on my third jar
and I never drink
more than two
but now this pistol
looks lovingly at me
more than you do.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

Running fills me with feelings,
Excitement of moving.
A sip of fresh air, sunrise lightnings on my face,
That's enough to change my way
The way of every day,
Just keep the pace.

In Her 10th year she took the form of
a large leafed aven.
A rare eye’s-smile,
bright yellow as sunshine.
Hair sprouting wild the way hand-gathered
bouquets should.
Exploding from bud to flower—

Still green with too-long legs raising her
Up,
   Up,
      Higher up by the moment;
Sun-kissed and well-fed on love.

Time is ticking, and I try.
Try to do something...
Maybe the way is the other way!
Letting go, clearing the way.
Letting things happen naturally.
Like a flower blooming in the sidewalk opening it's way.
Not out of forcing, only because the bed is rich enough...

Sometimes I stare at them
Hue's of rainbow, but
At a glance
Darkness
Obscure
Wraith

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                              A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April

If you’d spent the winter
Sleeping deep down in the mud
You’d be snappish too!