sweet Eloise, she
loves words; she loves their sounds and
also their rhythms.

I pine for her, but
alas, she’s an evergreen,
a cold weather tree.

(#1)

the treadmill rolls and
we work the week through without
gaining any ground.

a dog barks under
a tree outside and a cat
meows for her food.

… what you were meets what
you’ve now become, grins and says,
“hey, haven’t we met?”

(source)

you can have a dream
and chase it, too, but what if
the dream won’t have you?

do your very best,
but there will always be flaws
you cannot obscure.

waiting for the phone
to ring, unaware that the
battery is dead.

what her voice ignites
cannot be extinguished by
a thousand hydrants.

it’s our way of life
they hate, not that we propped up
despotic leaders.

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