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 Aug 26 Valentine
theladyeve
Whispered words and stolen glances,
gloved hands clasp, fingers laced.
Hidden lines and hopeful chances -

In dim-lit parlors, a warm embrace.
Out of the shadows -
A flame.
 Aug 26 Valentine
Sappho
Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
II
When toward your eyes
my crooked heart
reaches
there comes a flow
of good and bad but
mostly good
and this in turn sets
a glorious blaze
upon the distant hills
all consuming, sending
forest beasts out
upon the plains where
further scatt'ring then
occurs
until all resettles itself again
the birds alight
and preen one another, the
squirrels come to rest
tiny underleaf mammals begin
to quiet themselves
and you breathe and i
breathe
and the warm surety
of us
comes over and
upon
it all
Vincent's starry madness
let loose with his paints
ghost's at Midnight Mass
praying for living saints.
Carmen cut my hair today
and she sang away as she
was snipping.

She clipped here and there
I just sat there in the chair
watching her in the mirror.
 Aug 25 Valentine
Zoe Mae
I have to get to the Moon, just to clean the bathroom
I'll give Mount Everest a nudge on my way back
Am I writing this poem
Because I have something to say?
Or because I feel the need
To get a certain amount of words
Down before I stop for the day?
I think it's a bit of both
Clawing my brain
To scratch it just right
For arbitrary rules
That wake me at night
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