Forever viridescent under a simple golden hue
Grass and trees and beautiful clouds that shape our world anew
Iridescent skies, viridescent earth, oh what a sunrise
Posted in response to the challenge Sijo Poetry.
Morning Thoughts
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In Between The Lines
Give me your tired, your poor, we say.
We will return them overworked and underpaid.
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That One Summer Night (that was forever once)
It wasn't hot for once. Ohio remains hot every summer but the night seems to be like cold water poured over a fire pit:
the heat lightens up but the smoke of it hangs in the air, the remnants of what it was before.
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Come and See
Your God is not my God. Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.
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