November Morning
Two miles. Heart pumping,
wind rushing, affirmation
… I forgot my gloves.
November Morning
Two miles. Heart pumping,
wind rushing, affirmation
… I forgot my gloves.
Poetry is life’s soundtrack.
And if this poem had a soundtrack, it would be Waltz for Debby (as played by the great Bill Evans).
Ghost
A smile is a funny thing
Immaterial, like the veil between life
and death
where, caught in its ripples,
Faded dreams coalesce
with tears–indistinguishable,
The weight of pain is not dead,
But living,
reverberates with gravity,
that universal constant.
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