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 Aug 2018 Kim Hill
Tom Spencer
up early to water
the garden

the cicadas are
already drilling holes

into the
leaden stillness

everywhere
leaves are drooping

I spray the shrubs
to wash off the dust

birds fly in to sit
on the dripping branches

begging for a shower
a cardinal flutters  

its wings and sings
and I oblige

jewel-like droplets splash
through the slanting light

everywhere
the world is ablaze

heat waves wild fires
everywhere anger

everywhere distraction
suspicion

leaders are faint-hearted
the wicked fan the flames

still my garden needs water
still the cardinal

flutters its wet wings
and sings

here here water here
here here water here

Tom Spencer © 2018
 Aug 2018 Kim Hill
MJS
I miss you..
 Aug 2018 Kim Hill
MJS
I miss you….

I miss your smell, the way we gelled and always laughed together.
I miss your smile, the way you always went the extra mile and how we played together.
I miss your hugs, the way we fit and always seemed to just know.

Our connection always powerful, our love strong.. Put simply we felt bound together.
Our hearts they beat as one, sing the same song, tunefully they produce their unique note.

So the way we miss can not be dismissed but the snarling truth is this..
I took the ****, I hissed at you and destroyed our sacred kiss
I took your trust and your lust and turned them into disgusted.

You think I ignore, I don’t I adore you. My fear is what keeps us apart.
I stare at my phone wishing I could atone and repair the tear that’s between us.

I spend days in this haze, trying to think of ways that you and I can get past this, to be able to deliver this message to you…

I miss you….
 Aug 2018 Kim Hill
stargazer
Trust
 Aug 2018 Kim Hill
stargazer
I give you my trust
That belongs to so few
So old, it's covered in rust
It's been years since it grew

My trust has grown tough
Having been broken too many times
It's calluses are rough
Rougher than the skin of limes

I am trusting you
Please be careful with me
Promise you'll be true
I break very easily

I love you
That's a fact
Truer than true
It's not an act

So take my trust
Treat it with care
Lest it be dust
Crushed out of despair
Paranoia gets the better of me all too often, but many times I am right to be paranoid. We live in a lying, cheating, broken world.
 Aug 2018 Kim Hill
Nikita
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe

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