Alongside others,
squinting in the noonday sun:
still walking alone
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Alongside others,
squinting in the noonday sun:
still walking alone
Stars guard their secrets.
Are those as lost as I am
watching the same sky?
Night air crisp and quiet
Goodbyes finally ring true
Honest and hollow
Under bright round moon
Rivers of words flow again:
Never surrender
Night air in late spring
My thoughts drift to nearby friends
Now feeling so far
The savage and I are at odds again today.
But, today, I’m not pacifying it. I refuse to play by its rules.
I will not coddle it, cuddle it, kiss it on its forehead today.
Today I resist. I argue. I rail against its every move.
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June 3, 2025
(Wanted to write about the storm I was listening to. Couldn’t decide which of these I liked, so I kept both.)
Sympathetic skies:
wind raging against the glass
wakes my mind’s shadows
Thunder rumbling low:
how truly sympathetic
this wicked downpour
6:50 p.m.
Wishing happiness
This morning both damp and bright
On your every hour
7:50 a.m.
A simple good morning haiku for a friend.
How smooth in my hand
How white under the night sky
This stone tells me truths
Damp heat in late spring:
Anger can’t last forever
Under smoke and ash