eyes dance over foxes,
one big orange
and two little oranges…
Month: February 2023
Two stones,
two bricks,
a third stone…
butterflies stampeding through veins
if you listen, you can hear….
dawn curls around the edges…
practice, practice, practice
practice makes perfect
well maybe not perfect…
Faith is a whisper
you can’t quite hear…
I have a policy,
which is to look at a painting
up close and far away…
I don’t know their name,
I don’t know what she called them,
I can hear their silent, open-mouthed
pain as I stare into their eyes, fall…
I’m sick
of pretending…
the world looks,
if not brighter…
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