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Stumps

The
odor
of
decaying
senses
rushed
in
with
the
choking
breath
of
a
sapling
hiding
among
the
weeds
of
time

West Indies

Birds
seen
and
ignored
by
watchers
watching
a
silent
approach
to
a
chosen
history
fly,
live,
and
die
discretely

The Swing

Quiet
ropes
swing
in
the
distance
revealing
nothing
of
their
past;
singing,
laughing,
crying,
cursing,
each
rope
speaks
only
to
those
who
listen

Treehouse

Loud
noises
crunch
the
whispering
winds
of
solitude
pulling
the
other
into
reality,
forging
new
relationships

H2O

Short
and
Tall,
here
and
there,
high
and
low,
now
and
then,
their
essence
lives
forever
in
present
and
absent
beings

Semtex

Smiling
patiently
for
all,
puffy
Paper
Tigers
set
hollow
decrees
of
compelled
existence,
straining
others
with
simulated
happiness
crushing
the
present

Red Rock

Blood
Spills
quietly
on
the pavement
as
the
other
surrenders
to
an
unchosen
fate;
listening,
praying,
hoping,
cursing
a
temporary
forced
existence
along
the
Red
Rocks

Sweets

The
draw
bridge
lifts
and
some
stay
while
others
go
in
an
eternal
round
of
travelers

Our Daily Choices

Hanging
Trees
from 
the 
Ceiling
bring 
cheer
to
Orlando
and
others
while
pink
Suzie
continues
on 
her 
mission
to 
Mars
past
the
well-dressed
men
in
suits
standing
at 
the 
bar

Scents
of
the
past
echo
In
the
peaceful
room,
drawing
the
Other
into
open
eternities
spilling
counsel
over
all
Present,
Creating
a
new
Echo
for
One