We rebuild each other, don’t we My Love?
Even in the worst of times
we always rediscover
each other’s flow,
as two eagles soaring
above what used to be,
but is now
renewed.
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Sweet Summer Memories
In those waves where light seems to glitter,
ride memories
of a boy on a raft,
of body surfing, and wipe outs
and dreaming
of being old enough
to drive,
a Chevy of course
old enough to take Marianne
on a date……
would she want to dance?
Suddenly a seagull woke the old man….
squawking again
for a piece of bread.
He reached into the bag
and threw some crumbs in the air…..
longing for more
of his sweet summer memories.
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A Summer Breeze
A strong summer breeze moved through the trees of the mountain,
inviting the sun to wash over us
bathing the forest
while a crow fled the light
seeking darker shadows
to sleep in.
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Our Democracy
Yes, I still love my country, but I don’t believe corruption should lay hidden simply because leaders carry the name, “conservative”.
Think they’re Prolife? Nah, pro life people don’t treat migrant children that way.
He’s been a con artist since Day 1, and you’d better start caring, because we all stand to lose……our precious democracy.
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Happy Birthday America!
Happy 4th of July everyone!
As we celebrate the independence of our nation, our freedom from tyranny, may we never forget
who we should be.
Peace to all!
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We Are the Rivers
In our wounds disguised
we do not seek who we once were,
instead moving forward
we find ourselves
smoothing jagged lines
rejecting the temptation of bitterness
determined
we are the rivers creating
a new vision, of who we should be
in spite of the darkness.
We fight on.
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The Intensity of Your Light
With the intensity of your light, we enfolded into each other
sitting on the park bench.
We sat there remembering our journey
as you placed your hand in mine,
I gently caressed your face
you tucked your head into my shoulder,
whispering
your prayer for me.
Do you remember the azaleas?
Note: This is about a couple encouraging each other, through chronic illness.
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