cyclic

it rained yesterday
it might rain today. the plants
don't want any more.

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#11

the kids on the wall
shoegazing, fiddling with
what's important:

skyscraping

these are the things we
place above our heads until
the sun shines again.

i'd like to be there

there where the ghosts dwell,
under the stars, beneath the
trees, alive, waiting.

#20

candlelight isn't
ever enough to see where
to cut the bodies.

#19

listening to rain
drops fall down further from where
they began, upwards.

#18

drops seep from sore eyes,
summer pollens rough grazes
warm wash bathes them new