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Waiting for the ransom of daybreak
For Oak boughs in care of Wisterias child ,
for warm ploughland breath seeking the chilled morning address ,
Sunbeams held in gray cover , windmere hillsides
in earthly redress
Lorn , incognito Cottonwoods hosting the Mourning Dove
rituals , Sapphire flowers mingle in wetted Thistle ,
Crescendo showers telltale an oxbow brook with
clear quartz reflections , bathing the Sawgrass banks
Crimson , Nutmeg , Sassafras scent surprise , Wild onion teasing
the Dawn palate , dark earth fragrance in colorful green disguise
Gravel road , broom sage borders beneath Hickory canopies ,
leading to home
Copyright May 8 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Down on Atlantic Avenue
The archaic boys at Rocco's
are ready to rumble
  
Three blocks down
at the 7-11
The swishee machine is broken
  
Silence rules
The salty ocean breezes
Unable to turn the darkened misery clouds away
as the tour bus heads home
with melancholy
 May 2016 James Walker
fatin
babe
i thought it was me
the girl in your dreams
--through your lonely sleep
the one you held so close to your chest
i thought it was me
--you're feeling for

behind all my thoughts was all your thoughts about her
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