No dollar taco
Burns the wallet
Makes room
For a change of plans
And no spare change
Made the day of
Good food
No Dollar Taco
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Monthly Archives: March 2020
Dark Fog
Dark fog
Descends on Dallas
Into the evening curls
Another night
Slippery roads
But moving alright
For another morning
Rounds the corner
Skirt the Crack
Around the cracks, I walk
Knowing the tradition
Of certain superstitions
Holding the walking foot
Position
I hold my breathe and
Walk away from the crack
Sudden Motionless
Sudden motionless
I stood in the isle
Looking down at the gathering
Groceries
Collected
I recollected the next item needed
And I moved on
Straight Homely
Straight homely
I have become
In the morning hours
I come undone
In a vegetative state of awareness
I did not know my own sense
Of scaryness
The Cuddly Cycle
Cuddle in on a wet Texas night
Making a move
Well after the thick twilight
In an evening muse of salutation
Yoga rejected sense of frustration
In a bed
On the road
Somewhere between being lost
And growing old
Piquant Beginner
Pleasing the senses
In the beginning
Notched up from losing
To winning
A piquant beginner
I hope to be
In my understanding approach
I learn to be
The same as I ever was
But new the same
Quiet Watch
Watch quietly
Without a word
Saving up the knowledge
For when it will do us good
A Square Delay
Hold up the square delay
From a known state of mind
Until it all fades away
No round edges in the way
Of the kind of
Square delay
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