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pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
On a blue Sunday
Grey rain seeks out my window
White noise fills my head
Peace is an early morning

Dare you break the silence with your footsteps on the grass

Spiders weaving cobwebs case their industry and listen to the nothing, dewdrop heavy

Rabbits out for early breakfast halt their chewing mouths and wait in expectation

Frozen cracking trees still their restless branches for a while and the river runs slow, no trickling streams to signify its presence

Trout swim in the shallows

Gentle watchers of the newborn day
Life rolls on like waves
too peaceful, lull me, babe
I will put down the pen
I will write with stardust,
over my days
I might sing off tune
I might stumble on words
I might forget lyrics

I'm trying
My best

It's touching
That you're
Still listening
To me.

l.v.s
 Sep 2020 Christian Simon
R
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.
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