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sweet tea

sweet tea
for a hollow morning
grey skies

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Wild roses

By my feet
wild roses are whispering
tragedies through the fescue
grass; dramas caught on the wind.
Another prairie summer.

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clouds

morning hustle
amorous clouds shed
kisses for concrete

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lipstick

sip tea from dainty china cups
imprinting lavish coloured stains around the rim
the footprint of painted lips
a kiss thankful for the sweet taste… 6 more words

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The way we sway

It’s clarity

you’re looking for something

you’re not even sure what it is

you reached your hand out for it

but it was gone

You missed it… 95 more words

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eavesdropping

in the book shop under poetry
two strangers whispering
the first, “why is poetry so expensive?
the second, “because poets are starving. 25 more words

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