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shadow,
sleek’d brown
as black of beetle’s back
a picture is worth a thousand words,
but more can be said
about anything [nothing]
be as silent as to
hear the trees breathe
‘bove the breeze’ speak
for a whisper carries
loud
upon the moving ground
of atmospheres’
dancing blow
long ‘cross
freedom,
round
the pine,
‘mongst flame-green,
layered-
dark
poplars
a lonely passer-by cries
for the air to carry their
desparation far, to they
who are not there to be
seen, rather to be ridden,
stilled, for passing breaks
the regiments not known
by such a rogue as train’d
never,
again.
and this should be it for the lovey poetry.
She says she loves me
but I know she only says it
to keep me from sadness.
She holds his hand
and I’m thinking I’ll be gone;
soon she walks a thin line,
holding him while I try
to hold her.
I thought every word
was for me
until I saw her saying them
to him. She
deserves a friend
and I
am nothing worth that.
She holds him
and I hold her
until she shrugs
and off they go.
i realize
she doesn’t
consider me
unless i’m
infront of her
and while that may
distort my view
of her,
i
cannot place blame
as blame
should be placed
on my person
for having her
seem in need
of my company
she’s like a creek, man.
i can keep walking her length,
hoping to find where her waters end,
always finding the depths so enticing;
or i can jump over her and walk
amongst the trees who feed from her.
but she’s so rising, soon to drown them
before i can escape her banks, her shore.
yet i leave her,
she remains
the longest line i’ve tried to follow,
less she finds me wandering
to where i am closed.
she is the breeze,
making love in me.