Green
sTand
before you crawl
remember
Your pLace
settle
into the calm
wArm
bath
pick your
pills
let that
sweet embrace
that over
and the leaves
fAll through
Sugar
That love
sweet one
push through
the blades
of grass
pull back
the eyes
of glory
and sip
slowly
through
an empty cup
Torch
One eye
on the cage
downward glance
The Question
Will
or
won't
the pressure
stacks
sour and sore
upon the roof
of one's mouth
unanswered
cheap
and unapproved
how delicate
We wait
for kindness
to arise
short
from the spiget
Bark
Where is God
in this lonely place
full of
the wonder
of neglect
the promises
we make
keep us whole
Rush
The train
rolls through
like the whisper
of an argument
hold hands
tight
pull
Strand
We weep
when the pain
becomes too real
Christine
It will be okay
I'm right next door
feel the eyes
bare down
when all we want
is the privacy
to mourn
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