She handed me an oar
pointing to the small dugout
there on the bank
Row briskly
downstream
warily
God is
real
Life is naught –
a dream
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I’ve quieted
my inner voice
by holding its head
underwater
an imaginary pond
there in the darkness
immersed until the bubbles
stop
till bright sun fills
the void to dry
up all the water
evaporates
leaves
no trace
behind
no evidence of voice simply
silence
only
now
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appear like droplets of mercury
the you at the door
one stands out, lush
the you now
appear to be smaller drops within
all is flux
begins a gradual
not the same final day
slide from the leaf
you know me then
simply changed place
there on the blades
of grass. Again, a single bead
where I’ve gone
but wonder
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I’m surprised
More things
Don’t break
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To those who see
in infra-red
we are all
the same color
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There’s an artist in France
collects heartbeats
Tens upon tens of
thousands of
pulses
Moments in lives of
those who will
in time be gone
Survived
only by these
I wonder does
the data show
if broken hearts
beat softer
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Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
TAKE 2
We are tidal locked
face to face we move
each others waves
A cooing moon
you turn
we spoon
Two sink deep
to hold breath
underwater
Alright, O.K. – not a bad revision.
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Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
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I radiate your heat
right back at you
Growing warm
beneath your dome
emitting infrared
You: my
greenhouse effect
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