When knees fall

When knees touch ground, the sacred seem to listen. Knees do not bend in trivia. Like a page folded from our story. Knees mark

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Hands-free

With hands free my words can drip from this pen. From the peak of a mountain of consonants I can vowel at the moon.

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Christmas Parade

I have a box of snapshots taken from a Christmas parade. Glossy smiles I caught perching on a horse and buggy. Groundhog people rose

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Rib’s cage

There you pine, jailed in that ribcage. The little plastic army men are keeping you at bay. Turnstiles click at each year’s passing. Neon

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Snows trumpet

Can you hear the snow’s quiet trumpet? Its silent song serenading the gray. Cold flakes falling in the ballroom of winter. Gravity tickles lose

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Memory’s tower

Oh memory’s tower, how long overdue is this inspection. Today, I behold thee, my monument to passing. You are my stronghold, my bastion of

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