Wither and blow
So I am told
Is the way the winds
Goes
It can destroy
The sturdiest of
Foundations
It can rampage
The plans
We are making
So whether it be
The wind or the snow
It changes the face
Of whatever we
Know
Wither and Blow
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Quick and Judicious
Quick and judicious
Was the decision
Incision
Point
From my eye
To my hand
A quick stand
Taken
When confusion
Runs true
Across the land
So take the hope
Of today
Into tomorrow
When a judicious decision
Is strewn in sorrow
If Only
If only I knew
What I can’t know
Before the world goes
Where it does
If I only could
Say the thing
That would make her
Come back
To me
If only I had the time
To plan out the future
For my own safety
If only I could have heart
When all else fails
To hold me up
If only I could write the
Right words
On the page
So that I could say
I love you
Rhetorical Waves
It started with a few words
Like a leaking faucet
On a dry day
As the hopes of many
Became united
In one discrete shade of
Grey
So they say
That the rhetorical waves
Had begun
From the drops into the ocean
It all was one
In that moment
I knew the sea change
Had already won
Wide-Eyed Ocean
The wide eyed ocean
Breeze
Filled with salty
Vibes and evenings
Long and cool
Into the night
I close my eyes
And feel those
Wide-Eyed Ocean
Life
My Straw North
The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side
Desert Tree
There is a tree
That grows in the desert
Around a house
Where it is pleasant
All things held constant
It can survive the brutal summers
And winters night
Waning
Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old
Another Take
Another take
Staying awake
My mind roams
When it gets to late
So in a hurry
I push the buttons
Most the tiem
I don’t even know
What’s coming
Diana Road
Left on Hillcrest
Off on Dunes Highway
Over the tracks
On
The near side
There is a place
Where my family resides
Off the beach
With no sand
That is where my family land
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