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We laughed at each other’s jokes
not more than a full moon passed. 
On a slick surface, half-smiles crack
a wintry face. My soul abandons
breath in a lifeless bird’s nest
unsteady on a teetering limb.
Under bare trees, my roots
tangle in decay. Nearby, 
February dips a toe into warm
streams cried, connected by
frozen acquaintances. I am 
no more than a shiver 
in late spring, bits of fallen bark. 

Did I call you clever or cruel? 
Your burly charm crumbles
like brittle bone. A silver fox
traces my lines, the comings
and goings of my own mistakes, 
naivety, iniquities, my slips, stains,
incongruous existence. Winter slaps
both cheeks till summer burns
tender flesh. I called you mine or 
whoever I dreamed you to be. 
When did I get old, lose 
my evergreen glow, my ability
to grow and stand alone? 

Your laughter follows, echoes 
from mockingbird skies. Love strays 
into a thinning wood, more sly
than I. An enemy came disguised, 
carried away my better days
with lies, came to chip at shells, 
fragment smiles. I wish 
for more than days connected 
by endless seconds –
acquaintances, pretenses. I sip
black coffee to remind me 
of your bitterness. I start days 
with a half-smile because 
it’s a start. I trace, get-to-know, 
embrace my own lines. Dawn lifts
veils, finds my smudges -
my little gifts of
mottled, hand-me-down colors. 

We traveled side-by-side
too long on far less 
than a quest, more like 
our own tour guides on a hike 
to nowhere. We wasted time, 
called each step a discovery. 
You, like a cult, tried to suffocate, 
berate, till silence was all I knew
of me. Tomorrow marks 
the return of hazel-eyed summer. 
Tonight marks the return 
of a full moon's bare-backed ride 
across striated sky, over my lines,
where I will find I. 



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