Paradoxical Karma
Family sorrow is in my expanding bags, on my soggy lid, from way back, but it's ok; I'm not stopping. Skin sags under my punny chin, connecting to pictures in black and white. Their heads slightly toppled backward, as if taken aback, suppressing fear, but it's ok, I will continue. Heaviness the sentence of my stance, grinding hip sockets, a weak abdomen, as if its age had suddenly doubled, but that's ok, I am not backing off from the call....

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Vulture
When it began they were scouting the sky, back in late august, when the summer light glared fierce. The span of their wings was the extent of a premonition. Drought and desert had come to the city to stay. Dead things lay fresh, but soon to be gone; lives run out and reclaimed back to earth. On my daily commutes they signaled from above, when doubt and dread circled my mind, like scavengers. It got better when I looked up....

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Winter Scape Prayer
Make me the clearest water, a river's modest current, transparent to the Sun's arms, wintry cool though not frozen, winding lighthearted, all through out the original land. Make me crisp as linen, left to dry in the early winter breeze, to the matured caress of the daystar, my real lover. Give me if you may, the freshness of a dutiful morning, softly sloping towards the distance, all the inner children running towards me, frisky as home dogs. I hope for...

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Baroque
You're so classic, almost baroque. Must be those strands, it's been a while since you let them be; coarse between my fingers, opulent mahogany curl, streaked with silver anguish, and the burnt butter of your skin. Yes, I know what the harshness of grey skies did to our mane. You're such a moth ball now, although I still like you in a suit, when you give off the aroma of a cool cathedral, enclosed, quiet. Time's debris floats in subdued...

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Brother’s Soul Recap
He sits with a purpose, Stays without strain, Concise as a butterfly, A star self guided.   Perspires soil, but his heart might bring rain, Trickling down, Streaming along clefts.   He practices the main performance, Won't strive for more than this, Repetition his prayer, Renders sweet.   And I do believe, His life might be a river, an intricately woven quilt, Sewn-in careful vigilance, Of each and every infant stitch.   And his mind might be open A country...

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Circles
Four generations and then came you To close the gap between Our all encompassing tug of war Womanly passions and duties strung along Over the decades. Our many missions to stay worthy Thrown into the blender of time, But you might be able to snap open the corset Holding us in stunted breath, Waiting. Let us inhale then Little passions calling to curiosities, Endless exploration, Sun and Moon over coffee Reflected. You may have to finish The melding of our...

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The Whale Shark
She discovered his animal demon after marriage. A shadow in their ocean cave, an obscure figure pumping bubbles out his gills. The beast drew up powers from the deep, where cobalt blue went true black.  Her own demons came forth unannounced, after the hookup. His' waited beneath for years, not needing oxygen to survive. When a baby, happiness was his native standard, but stale adults scolded from exhausted scripts anyway. He wondered at the beauty of the world, its immensity....

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