lily pads

fishes play

peek a boo

^^^

bulrushes

idle gazes mingle

on a morning walk

Grace

i remember those crepe myrtles
fresh and crinkled like origami flowers
tied with grass
sometimes dried, sometimes green

i remember the touch-me-not flowers
round and blushed like a bridal moon
mirroring the jagged lines of your face

those outstretched hands
muddy with picking wild flowers
from the glades, woods, river banks
i remember. 

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safe

cocooned -
dreams
slumber

A Note

fast forward

rain drops beat down fast
this dried sidewalk glassed
in pain
pounding sounds go past
snarl of traffic's blast
in vain


here i want to cut
my scenes quickly ; but
the hours
minutes, seconds shut
the ticking somewhat
and sours

Redemption

misty rain
drapes gentle hands around me,
caressing the sorrow
dropping it in soft chiffon folds.