I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.
Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy dragonflies go by.
Charmed by the bluest of skies, and the fragranced fresh air,
I felt that surely, there was not a better place anywhere!
The flowers were so lovely, and the grass was so deep green,
......
Mission Control, this is Flight Z924693744, do you read?
We're having some technical trouble. How should we proceed?
We have spotted a planet, that appears to be suitable to abort;
But, to return to earth, we will need an alternate transport.
The Capsule Communicator didn't answer at all, unfortunately;
So, the fate of this mission, was then in my own hands, surely.
The twilit world we were approaching, didn't seem at all bad;
......
As owner of a business chain, I was in need of an assistant,
One with a very good memory, who was pleasant and consistent.
I knew there were many people, who possessed those qualities,
But I'd always wanted a robot, for I was intrigued by these.
So I decided to obtain one, just as soon as it was possible,
Like seasons arrive in vividness, as soon as it is plausible!
Lately details inundated me, and I was getting quite behind,
......
I.
a cry splits the dark—
heat blooms like benediction
whispering my name.
II.
hand finds my backbone.
lips brush hair in reverence.
and the spring rain falls.
......
Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who's unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone's friend.
Be a friend. You don't need glory.
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Over‑Shoulder Weather
I have walked the length of my sentence
long after the gates unlatched,
counting the gravel underfoot
as if each stone might still accuse.
The years have grown moss over my name,
but transgression carved into memory’s vestibule
means there is always one chair turned away,
......
“The Cupboard Light”
It was nearly midnight
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to wake her.
The house exhaled its silence—
walls warm with sleep,
timber creaking
from the day’s last heat.
......
You are the quiet place
where my restlessness softens
the gaze that steadies my unspoken storms
the witness to my smallest hopes
and the heaviness I hide.
In your stillness
I find myself forgiven
before I have the courage to confess
seen without being measured
......
Like that one familiar friend -
Hope knows what I'm feeling
Before I've said anything
And gladly walks behind.
She has peace in her eyes
And keeps her lips silent;
Words are irrelevant
But hearing might suffice.
I don’t need a hundred hands
Clapping when I speak.
I just need one
That stays
When I don’t say anything.
I’ve seen friends.
They come with noise,
With photos taken just to be posted,
With promises thrown
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