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See more poems HERE.  This is a work in progress.


I was just beginning to wonder
if I would ever amount to anything
when the earth-end of a  rainbow
fell on my head.


I always liked to gamble,
so I loved you.
How was I to know that after
you anteed affection
and I raised you trust,
and you saw my trust,
and raised sacrifice
that you were only bluffing?

You won so many hands that way,
until I finally called your
sacrifice and raised honesty.
You studied your hand
and your winnings,
then folded.


I called three friends
by your name today;
three friends,
two strangers,
and a hamburger with everything.


At a distance she seemed
as soft as shade
and moved with the grace
of a river willow.

How was I to know
she was a tornado
willing to rip the roof
off a church in worship?


Poetry is a candle
where other lights fail.
But she doesn't understand
my dark wanderings.
Sometimes I feel like a ghost.


She watches me from the balcony
like a hungry sparrow
eyeing a furry caterpillar.


Your smile
buries my breath.
That's why I look
like I just
bit off a piece
of hurricane.


I want to shed that second skin
of easy habits that take
the weight of love assumed.

Awkward as a colt's new legs
anxious to strip the fields of their mystery
I want to relive all our first moments.

I want to remember our trembling
like sparrows the moment before
they discover the perfect marriage
of wings and air.

I want to share that leap into faith
and sing renewed in praise.

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