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The community stirred,
When a break-in occurred,
At the house by the old clock tower

The thief fled the scene,
Having picked the place clean,
In just under half of an hour

Jumping Jack lost
His strange wind-up box
And wore an expression sour,

The Little Boy Blue
Lost his little toys too
Which he'd hidden beneath the shower

Each room was left scant,
Purloined of house plants,
The wiring sapped of its power

So heed my advice,
Check all your locks twice,
Or once every half an hour

S.R.

May 13, 2019
Years slip by on deft and silent footsteps,
And as in times of laughter among friends,
So too in times of quiet retrospect
Does the song of your sweet voice resonate
Outward, starting from the depths of my heart,
Then reaching the lofty sanctum of thought
Shaken are the stalwart walls of reason,
Rationality stems emotion's tide,
And pangs of nostalgia overwhelming,
Reminders of your presence, lay behind

S.R.
Fertile flesh conceals the thousands of
Veiny miles, the icy steel constriction,
Flooded networks bathed in numbing fluorescence
And humming machinery
A heartbeat, a death rattle,
Artificial reprieve--
Be born, accept your baptism in the
Drowning neon and suffocating smog
Constructs of your fathers' fathers,
Concrete companions and
Forgotten rusted deities
That with creaking arms outstretched
Fall short of celestial skies

Will they mourn you?

S.R.
March 4, 2013
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"

S.R.
August 13, 2014
A windless night,
Two worlds meet again
Beneath the child star light
A collision for the ages—
The time between each
Non-existent
From the outside looking in

S.R.
September 22nd, 2016
I play both fool and fanfare
For this stranger to my world
Who walks unknowingly across
The scarlet carpet I've unfurled

Tangled up in weathered twine,
Tethered, weary, deep inside
I pray my words to steal your breath
The way your silence makes with mine

S.R.
October 17, 2019
Did the blessed skies not shed
Their bleary gray for sunny blue?

Did the winter usher not
The spring and life anew?

Did the robin not return to sing
Despite the heights it flew?

Then the love you gave lives here,
In a heart that still beats true

S.R.

March 8, 2020

— The End —