This wind
This wind would take me a fraction of way backTo Kansas. A place maybe I’d never be butFor what it represents. You know, home, home. (No)Place](.)[Like{It.}Reality:…
Should
Should I collect each patron and spatter their wordsSeeming to tale the tells of individuals Walking and sitting and crowding the spaceWe vacated past. A year…
Second
SecondThe second spring since my birth bears down meThe grasses still parched brown and tanEchoes of green peeking through the hayI am beginning to find words…
And so…
And soThe quiter quits quiting finding the kickKicked him back to the place he meant to beSo he went, a begrudged child, pouter, and manBecame man,…
My Breath
My breathSeems to come slower these daysAs if it felt unneeded or, perhaps,Unwanted. Like awakening at nightBy the moment of day that stuckFeeling like a burr…
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