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the stage
the lights hit first
hot and white and blinding
a wall of brightness straight into my eyes
so strong i can’t see their faces
just outlines
shadows beyond the edge of the stage
and somehow
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hoodie
it was my hoodie
old and wrinkled
stuffed in the back of my locker
half folded half forgotten
like most of my things -
graduation
the halls grow quieter each day
pages of notebooks thin with time
final bells echo softer than the first
the clock moves forward
but i feel still for a moment
caught between what was
and what waits -
Unfinished
They gather in shadow beyond the monuments,
no longer chiseled names, but men again,
haunted by what they see,
each bearing the weight of his vision now worn.
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I’m not his girl
Inspired by “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked
i thought his glance would mean a bit
that maybe fate had plans unlit
but dreams like that just slip away
he looked at her, not me that day
Loves
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I might
I think
I might miss this.
I might miss your smile
And the way it feels when you laugh
And
How we could talk about anything.
I might miss
Those precious few minutes spent together
Every morning
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Texts
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,
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Footprints - Haiku
The fresh snow glistens.
Animal prints and sneakers.
Who has walked through here?
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Becky's Sketchbook
The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.
Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.
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My Oak Tree, My Hope
Nestled within the plains of the Midwest,
Isolated and alone,
Stands a wholesome oak tree.
Her dark, chestnut body hemmed in by the mucky acorns,
Those of which were shed out of sorrow.
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the thief
Part 1
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter.