The house is silent
except for the screaming
in my head.
The enviro activist
pointed to the sky
decrying ‘chem trails’
she blamed for the clouds,
as she triggered my asthma,
with her cigarette smoke.
Here
every time I pass this place
I smile, remembering you
right here
with me.
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(WordPress says this is my 1600th post on this blog)
From over the hill
ten inch trout
between his bill
a gull flies toward the lake.
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Unlikely rescue mission.
Voyeur at the glass
watching as I bathe;
crow on my skylight
peeking again.
I lean against stone
eyes closed
longing for what was
or what will be,
what was lost without
reason or rhyme.
I lean against stone
and in dreams,
see time.
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An Outlander themed poem