With The Bathwater
When I clean out the corners
and smooth off the edges
All muses desert me
— the magic is gone
***
The Rapids
Adrift
in the words
Lost
to your smile
Caught
in the rapids
Love’s
— turbulent child
(The New Room: May, 2026)
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