The Gift

 

Violin girl

Love

ingrained beneath my leather skin

inside my soft heart-pillow,

and I’m two and forty-nine and seventy-three

in this one formidable body.

No yearning for constant reminders

of who I might be;

I’m over the moon for lack of extremes.

Dear friend,

We’ll last forever.

Here and Gone

The Beautifuls

You helped them leap into hearts!

Lover of the beloveds

they all class this place

Making us seem evolved

We got to be lovely

I’ll play something…

they can hear in their DREAMS!

Roy played

we talked

I cried

Resident said

I talk to your mother all the time…

Don’t do anything to hurt yourself

My idealized dream mind

imagined she saw

or knew

or connected to the realms

on the inside

It was a marvelous bit of synchronicity

Silent Sender of Light

 

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I enjoy being a silent sender of light.

 

I didn’t know how to do that when I was young

on grey days

when the isolation closed in

with low energy

and old papers

 

Piles of old newspapers

with crosswords and Ann Landers

black and white comics

sports scores

 

I guess that my steps out of a book

were close enough

I practiced

what we pretended

 

I don’t want to get to close to the old days

Boredom

Imagination —

When I see someone doing ALL that

for real

It amazes me how they look like Angels!