We didn't touch, we collided.
Without hesitation our bodies
melded and merged into one.
Leaving us unable to separate
and unwilling to try.
The Geese
Today I caught sight of the geese
flying in a v-formation flock above my head.
I had forgotten how they do that.
How they have learned to fly together in such a perfectly, imperfect point of direction.
In such a linear, similar way.
I felt sadness at first and caught myself grimacing.
The last time I'd witnessed their well-structured flight it had been nearing winter.
But then I reminded myself that they were simply returning for spring.
So I remembered to smile.
Alley Vines
Front Door
Your childhood home has new owners,
but the front door is still the same.
I wonder if they like the way the lock sounds
as it clicks into place like you did.
Or if they've become curious about why the left bottom panel's paint is peeled in such a peculiar place.
Maybe they'll replace it this summer
when the weather is nicer.
Or maybe I should compliment
their door so they don't.
Flower Shop
Shadow on Door
City Shots
Carpet
Hatred
Hatred feeds on fear and fractured crowds as it crowns the loudest liar king.
Inward thoughts become outward words,
small stances of oppression shift into violence, and power-hungry predators spew repugnant propaganda.
Repulsive rhetoric convinces the world's worst to sharpen their weapons and raise them against their neighbors.
As if they were animals...
As if they were inhuman.
Hatred is an otherworldly beast.
Her 10
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