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If I could turn the clock
I’d do so many things different
People are the reason
In every season
i want to dissolve into the ocean waves
               lose what little identity i have
the soft splashing
the high tides
                      will death be my liberator
                 from this endless suffocation
Our Mom died five years ago today.
Covid took her.
I prefer to be alone in my foul mood
In  the  big park on an empty bench sat yours truly and a ten pound bag of nuts
Others were having a lively Sunday far from the bench
The nuts were placed between two trees
One squirrel chomped on the shell
Nine nuts later looking for more
Three other squirrels some smaller partaked
Lovely company on a sad day
Leaving they continued their banquet by their trees
No
There is no life after death
Is there life before?
Misty rain Seattle
Inner Harbor, Baltimore

            Forgotten lore.
I wish to be cared for so gently
Like I pet my dogs face
Hold a flower scared it might break
An antique object frightened to shatter it
I wish to be loved
As if  i am a masterpiece myself
That you are terrified of ruining
If tomorrow comes or not
Today I have got
Stars in the sky found each day
If not just a cloudy day
If now I breath my last
Iam just a life's past
Your departure, O sweet love
Was the force that caused my heart to break
And now, a blood-filled chest and broken ribs are all I have
So I've sworn: love's journey ne'er to undertake!
the hardest part of letting go is knowing
you did everything
that could have been done
to not have to let it be gone

the hardest part of holding on
is knowing what's in your palm
has already moved on
and has embraced the following calm

the hardest part of love
is letting love love
even when love doesn't love
the way you want it to love

the hardest part is knowing
what you already know.
Forest in moonlight
Indigo spills into night
Teal the moss aglow
Hex
No savage charm
no ancient witches hex,
no juju whispered low,
no knuckle bones to throw
or runic text to read and call you to your fate
poets have no powers,
no dark and evil incantations,
we weave a net of words
and lure you in with our creations
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