poem — GregL

romance will break out into the open,

Wed, 27 May 2020 21:49:10 +0000

romance will break out into the open, perhaps when we think we’ve long seen the last of it

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not trusting what the writers say

Sun, 24 May 2020 19:11:44 +0000

not trusting what the writers say only the inner vibrations their words elicit and then only sometimes

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she looked at him like she might look at a stray dog or a lost child

Sun, 24 May 2020 19:07:29 +0000

she looked at him like she might look at a stray dog or a lost child she could marry him right now - so hopeless and in need of her attention

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spades plunged into soil

Sun, 24 May 2020 19:05:53 +0000

spades plunged into soil a year’s fruits held up to the sun the old wild dance broke ’round us

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Black vulture sliced his way back and forth,

Sun, 24 May 2020 18:59:47 +0000

Black vulture sliced his way back and forth, upward through those jagged winds when the gale was perfect, with one instinctual turn to the right he took off on a true bullet trajectory

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For your going,

Sun, 24 May 2020 05:11:26 +0000

For your going, Let the darkness of sandy expanses be no threat to your dawn strength.

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his eyes wandered down

Sun, 24 May 2020 05:06:58 +0000

his eyes wandered down long gentle curves nearly hidden behind a thin veil he bit back his words as she bit his neck

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Man Enters Space

Sun, 24 May 2020 05:05:38 +0000

Man Enters Space

a deep breath, and a forward step into silent dark…hurtling, tumbling, righting himself, circling…returning to the warm embrace of home…home from a voyage with no end…

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sea and sea

Sun, 24 May 2020 05:04:40 +0000

sea and sea #poem

sea and sea blurred at the horizon your broken vessel and my hazy memory the only indication this was ever sailed

sand and sand blurred at the horizon your little footprints and my hazy memory the only indication this was ever walked

Nearly midnight.

Sun, 24 May 2020 05:00:02 +0000

Nearly midnight. Camping in our back yard / Grass wet, expect it'll get wetter / A light breeze brings the sound of a lone motor from the not too distant road //

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