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A Perfect Love

I never claimed to be perfect,
and yet she wished it so.

An unspoken promise
to which I never agreed;

And now she knows
that unrequited part of me
that took a lifetime to overcome;

And now she sees
with eyes wide open
that I chose to return;

An unspoken promise to her,
now realized:

I never claimed to be perfect,
and now she knows it’s true.

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Games

Playground games;
Children gambol
in the sun.

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Cricket Waltz

Thunder rolls
from cloud to cloud;
Cricket waltz.

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Flight of the Bumblebee

As the dew drops
from a blade of grass,
dips my head
and heaves my chest.

The recycled air
o’ brethren fallen
ignites my ire,
a primal rage.

How the moments stretch
and shrink at will;
In the present only;
neither future
nor past defined.

Beneath the surface,
you will unearth
a man, made whole.

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Winter's Requiem

Winter’s requiem:
A solemn note,
frozen solid.

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Digital Romance

Parenthetical;
Lovers caught
in ones and zeroes.

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Sunrise

Light trickles in,
illuminating slow breath;
Waiting for sunrise.

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Croatoan

Whispers in my ear;

The dead wish to live again.

A soft strumming
of worn out strings;

The dead hope to rise.

From coffin nails
to slow exhales,
the living wane
and slowly fail.

I tie my knots,
I lift my sails;

The dead setting off again.

From Roanoke
to Jamestown’s walls,
the sea consumes another soul;

And I’m settling down
on this foreign shore
without a line
to cast back home;

The living dream
of growing old;

The dead remain, 
trapped
in rotting bones.

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Undone

Along the flume, my ghosts coalesce;

Feeding the soul of another lover;

Little does she know, 
forever was never my intent;

As certain as the days grow cold,

and the autumn harvest thins,

the drumming within my chest
will slow and one day cease;

There is nothing to be undone
until my final breath
has passed.

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Black Ink

Tiny little pin pricks
loaded with black ink;
These tiny little moments
impressed in memory.

It took me millions

of tiny little pin pricks
for someone else to see,
that their tiny little story
had been written all over me.