#538. shooter

April 29, 2012

alive your pain pried me
open with a dull curving blade
alive in the middle of the muscle world
plump meat oyster me in crisp sea salt chill
pearl liquor decorated moss green weed rough black
gritty shell back tidal scent popped the hinge and slurped
with lemon and sriracha sauce as red as any of your dreams

#389. logotherapy

September 20, 2010

atop the moss
mould turning earth
bound stepping lightly
springing through sunlight
towards the water in every
direction and quiet meaning hangs
with the bright dust and the spicy sharp
scent of leaves turning many colors brings
beloved you and our small golden dog into focus

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