green field
sweet Eloise, she
loves words; she loves their sounds and
also their rhythms.
unrequited 2
I pine for her, but
alas, she’s an evergreen,
a cold weather tree.
(#1)
blue collar
the treadmill rolls and
we work the week through without
gaining any ground.
things I’m trying to ignore
a dog barks under
a tree outside and a cat
meows for her food.
reflections through a time warp
… what you were meets what
you’ve now become, grins and says,
“hey, haven’t we met?”
(source)
a dream deterred
you can have a dream
and chase it, too, but what if
the dream won’t have you?
veneer
do your very best,
but there will always be flaws
you cannot obscure.
drained
waiting for the phone
to ring, unaware that the
battery is dead.
even the voicemail
what her voice ignites
cannot be extinguished by
a thousand hydrants.
root causes
it’s our way of life
they hate, not that we propped up
despotic leaders.
100,000
minimum number
of Chinese censors watching
web activity.
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