Sat here, still, rain pattering, hands idle, mind drifting, cold coffee a moment alone and cold silence.

I scrape my plate – Ron’s yam and salmon hash – And read about Edna St. Vincent Millay, Reckoning, in this strange time that a brash Assertion of fragility would sail, Nay, zoom, over the unfettered charmless Who take for granted their unguarded selves And…

I lunge for the window Suffocating under the panic of the cottage that flooded and the school that burned Exhausted by lessons only half learned Studying again.by the dim light of a firefly.   Insufficient to bring relief to the eye Even now as you…

To the future that is distant, But fast approaching, Hi. I hope I can catch my dreams like fireflies, Bottle them in a jar labeled mine and hope. Hope that my future will be as bright as the jar with fireflies. Hope to find love…

Each morning in Thomasville, the air smelled of varnish from the furniture factory Sun like I’d never seen woke me, warming the air, begging me to go outside The heat meant I could smell every tree, every blade of grass At night the air rang…

I search the treeline For that one opening I know Will lead to the tiny cottage You and I built For the end of the world I need to sit And take a break Before I break But how strange it is That I just…

Tiny lights zoom below the treeline near the cottage, oh fireflies flitting to and fro if I could bottle catch them, wow release my lethargy, and how a strange illumination see on my table captive be when some porridge I do eat and I’m sweating…

Food. or fuel? the heat’s made us both victims of lethargy in the porridge thick air. we creep along the weary treeline which only partially masks our cantankerous presence. so it’s no surprise when the zooming anger arrives bright as a bottle of fireflies it…

What a strange work of deception it was To think that some mask I put on long ago  to hide away my pain  would take me so far from home   Can I ask you, in the lethargic heat of a Virginia summer, To catch…

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