Secret Ingredients
Clouds
a dandelion seed
lazily drifts through the sky
as I watch the clouds
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freshly cut grass-
making sculptures
from the clouds
Crime
reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
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dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest
Emptiness
nothing left at home
save the old chair and sofa
that I brought with me
–
vacant memories-
cobwebs cling
to empty shelves
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