My Calling

Forty-two and lots left to do–
To my calling, I must be true.
I grant my Father right to lead.
He made me and knows what I need.

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Sandbag

I give the house key to
The new owner and leave
Without looking back.
The last sandbag of
Memory is gone.
The wind is stirring.

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Tableau

Without glasses, the world goes watercolor, bleeding into itself, a kaleidoscope all hers.

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Dusk

We cocktail on the porch, the sun sets in gold dipping into your glass where an ice cube’s crack divides the still

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