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Ever the Optimists,
We Men.
Wee Men, we.
Wowed by
Simplicity.
Confused by
Complexity.
Slain by
Women's smiles.
Ever the Optimists,
We Men, we.

Wheeeeee!
lets take a trip;
two pilgrims in eau claire
with bon iver
to make or break
the dam of placid tears;
fill the leery loons a lake!

so let us drink;
this crisp water sings
a tune that brings
us heart to heart;
your slow blink
signals the dance to start

dive in with me;
these pulped sheets of ink
that interlink
so well with skin
hide tired platitudes; for we
write new clichés akin
a bit of a fantastical ode to someone unknown
<3
If me liking
a poem
brings a smile,
I’d gladly like
their whole page.
Unless they are not inappropriate for me..........hehe
the pram gliding across the lake

water lilies in bloom

summer
When a woman averts her eyes,
I feel the snow has secrets to hide,
Or from the small crook of her arm,
I feel the warmth of buried sunset,
In the charm of a country steeple.
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