.

Tweezers work magic,
it doesn’t hurt near what was expected
as the irritant is finally removed
from below the skin

It’s not a void, just a space,
quickly forgotten
soon to be just an illusion,
a rapidly fading echo

Silenced in grey tones
painted on chipped concrete
over dripping graffiti
unreadable at best

Finding sidewalks go both ways,
coming and going
so as not to miss the signs
for merchandise return

Where crowds gather
with department store bags in hand
hoping for a free sample
of the latest kool-aid flavor

While soapbox speakers
boast of past achievements,
wearing armor suits
proven to be defective

Complaining as doorways are boarded up
with rough edged 3/4" plywood,
secured with drywall screws
from the inside

And the world spins,
the sun sets and rises,
because in the end it is just another day,
with one less splinter

.

Drifting on a lonely stream
where lily pads and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day

               I dream I am floating in your arms

as currents gently tug
playing solitaire in wishing hands
among glistening diamonds surfaces

               Searching for each desire’s shoreline

while my eyes wander to a place
long of sunrise sparkles
on soft summer murmurs

               Finding your fragrance on a cool wind’s whisper

my heart is drenched,
cleansed in an endless channel
of what your beauty brings to me

               A shady spot among watercolor shadows

writing poetry,
penning my affections in ink traced lines,
renderings of how wonderful my life is

               Since you have washed over me

leaving me breathless,
submerged far beneath drizzled kisses,
saturated in your love