Secret Ingredients
Precipice
searing summer heat
just pushed our relationship
past the tipping point
–
a praying mantis
in search of her
post-coital snack
Rush
when put to paper
a masterpiece is born from
a single feather
–
a stream flows
from my hand
in fits and starts
Pressure
as I drive away
another grain of sand falls
in my life’s hourglass
–
walking the shore
the sand moves
beneath our feet
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