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  Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks
Denel Kessler
Eroding brick wall
all that remains
refracted, fading
fishermen shadow
red dawn’s early light

brackish still water
shocked violent green
seeps from the desert
to be subsumed
by an unrelenting sea

restless dreamers rise
muscle sturdy pangas
into the churning tide
seeking quicksilver
at the continental edges

returning boats ride low
the shrinking horizon
race to safe harbor
cold beer on ice
under palm palapas

in the restaurant
a young man
shows off tuna
half as tall as he is
to admiring tourists

like me, seeking
the deep, slow burn
salt, jalapeno, lime
a fitting end to this
unraveling dream

Pueblo Mágico
of “no bad days”
walls of contention
in a fractured land
will never separate us

one margarita, two
another raised in defiance
of those who would try
to confine and define
free-range spirits

the Pacific touches
this contiguous shore
from equator to pole
we could catch
a clockwise current

follow Polaris up North
arrive transformed
magnetically charged
disparate souls fused
together bound
Hello and thank you. my HP friends!  I couldn't wish for a kinder, more talented group of people to spend time with.  Thank you for being a part of my life.  Apologies for sporadic reading...been drinking too many margaritas!
: )
  Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks
Jack Jenkins
I am very unwell
My body wretches
Heart palpitates &
I am very unwell
A sickly soul within
Darkness got a hold
Won't let me go &
I am very unwell
My skin creeps
My bones creak
My voice croaks &
I am very unwell
Feels like I'm dying everyday anymore.
  Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks
Akira Chinen
Children of the moon
Sisters of sorrow
Fathers of desperate times
We all feel so alone
In our feelings of home
In our hand made tombs
That grow into castles
of solitude
As today turns
into tomorrow
The living walk with
the ghost of the dead
For the dead have moved
on and live outside
of the fears of tomorrow
The sand on the shore
greets the mist and the wave
and welcomes the passing of time
And knows that nothing today
will be quite the same
under the fleeting weight
of tomorrow
So why don't we
put down our clocks
and let go of the worries
from sorrow
and climb down from the moon
We are not so alone
if we share
the hearts of our homes
over conversation and tea
and build new kingdoms
in our words of tomorrow
  Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks
Dana Colgan
Blurry finds a place to close her eyes.
Head swells up with a demons lies.
Drowsy stops when the evil dies.
Body loosens up and begins its rise.
  Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks
Colm
Back when I was in love with things or so I thought
I was far too agreeable to everyone
And I often tasted the bitter sting when someone else forgot who I was
But really what I didn't understand was the impermanence of things
How my opportunities were limited
And how I shouldn't care so much about what other people think
I should've just breathed in and been exactly as I was meant to be
How I should've savored the moments back then
Before the truth of life could find me
And sink my feet into reality
Though it sounds like regret... It's really just retrospection. All is well. I did my best. I am at peace. But this was fun to write. LOL!
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