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 Aug 2020 Heike Borgard
Loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
In my mind
I have been living
Three separate lives
Simultaneously
Interrogating  the presence of
My individual realization,

In the mirror I am
This voodoo man
He weaves a spell
Turning heaven into hell,
Like the Wild Wild West
Pain, sorrow are his paths
Where He cries everyone’s tears
A vulnerability that’s too real,
His collective realization ,

In the mirror I am
this understanding man
Who lingers in a pathway
That offers solace
A momentarily reprieve
From all that ails him
Where laughter still comes,
My higher realization ,

Then again

In the mirror I am
That man with the wings ,
Where I stay high above all
Turns hell into heaven
Where the light remains lit
In the darkness that is mine.

Sweet magical man
With a magical heart.

In the mirror all at once!
I Don’t Belong Here!
 Aug 2020 Heike Borgard
Logan
Where will you be when the money's gone?
                when the rent is due,
                 eviction slip pinned to your door.

                  Mom and dad won't help anymore.

                    Forced to shiver in the cold,
                    on the street paper cup in hand,
                    watering eyes and a trembling lip.

                       strangers sneer and laugh.

                        Crawling on your belly at night,
                         through the alleyways,
                         looking for new flesh to eat.

                          There's no one left to drain.
                        

                         When you're all alone,
                      will it be a slice down the wrist,
                       or a rope around your neck?
What a dog!
He never ceases to amaze me
Night before last he was up at 2:30 am and again at 4:15
After letting him out and taking him out
Five or 6 times,
I had to leave for an appointment
He was hungry early in afternoon
Gobbled his dry food before I added the white meat chicken.
Let him out where I thought he would rest
Under a shade tree in the 96 degree heat.
My husband asked "Where is Scout?"
I said he was by the porch
Before I went to brush my teeth.
Now disappeared, so I walk around the house
Listening for movement in the woods
Calling occasionally
Although he is pretty deaf
Finally I go back in and tell husband
I am driving to neighbor to see if he has
Crossed the road
Gone through the woods
About 1/2 mile
Call neighbor and tell her I am coming over
We all are outside,
She and her three dogs
When around the front of her house
Comes guess who-Scout
She insists on taking him in for a treat
And he wants water-it is 96 degrees Fahrenheit on October 3.
She also insists on keeping him
while my husband and I attend a meeting.
Pick Scout up afterwards
He is happy to see me
And ready to go home for the night.
What a Dog!
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