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East Coast Sunset
western wax
almost all melt’d away
Flame slowly
blear’d by her umbrage
her final song a miracle
to enslav’d orbs
while Jersey Shore dreams
of tomorrow’s birthday
Boarding Passes
Taking some time off to fly back east. First, to finally perform a long-awaited veteran’s memorial service for my brother-in-law. Then to get together with family and friends– some of whom (because of our distant addresses) we’ve kept in touch with but haven’t seen in years. Be safe, fellow bloggers. And have a wonderful summer. Peace.
Art
Siesta for Two
not memory foam
not the fanciest cat tree
just best comfort zone
Isolation
our eyes once
held hands
your footsteps
sunken into mine
o’er
the cold warmth
the beauty
the wonders
of winter’s boulevard
now all
by your absence
be a blur
striking me
colorblind
in all spectra
as my mind
trips
into frozen thought
we are not here
we are
not
Ambush
of her be aware
hawk who espies everything
if you snooze you lose
(This happens– usually just outside my front door– about 4 times a year. It takes a few days for the local birds to resume their activities around the hanging feeder and the ground level water dish.)
Anticipation (from the Time Capsule)
our solitary sail
environ’d by horde of mist
drawn towards th’ unchart’d
yet together
our faith expects nothing less
than the sun breaking bread
with the sea
Looking Glass
reflection
in Mirror
has no weight
only power
sought or dispel’d
by her viewer
loujen haxm'Yor 