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Your fingers caressed the keys
like a gentle waltz
I was utterly transfixed
by the way you carried a conversation
I shivered at each note
the melody resonated within
You were telling the piano about me.
 Oct 18 Austin
Delicacy8100
The storm blew through
You can see forever
Stars gaze through
You can see forever
Swayed by the moon
You can see forever
Irrevocable wish I need you
You can see forever
Yet time I wait for you

Adieu
A heartbeat slam  tears no dripping pan:
Is life a lesson or a plan
 Oct 18 Austin
Abby Fisher
people always leave.
 Oct 18 Austin
Jill
A sheltered microcosm saved in greys
Abandoned tennis courts behind the shed
Discarded sports cap melty-crinkle sighs
Dark bitumen to amplify the heat
And any sorry hurt that worry-bled

A stomachful of fluffy food forgot
Lone lunchbox waiting courtside for its turn
Now wasting as the cracking plastic tells
Of ground more breakfast than of tennis fit
To fry the egg, then desiccate and burn

Sardonic jesters loudly quiet call
How far away is cool, and further still
Acerbic head on mordant shoulders rests
As pair of caustic, bitter lips impart
The ugliest corrosive acid swill

Sark-wolves emboldened shrinking of their prey
How close is sheepish shame, and closer yet
Apologetic hair, repentant shoes
New fascinating laces, aglets lost
Shy socks serve not to aid, but to abet

Dear deprecants, embrace your rueful flush
Let bashful gloves be padded by this truth
The catch-calls curse less caustic on your soles
Electron-pairs now balanced in their roles
Basic strong since graduating youth
©2024

summers at school down under were hot. You could fry an egg on the bitumen (a literal, not a figurative egg).

poem written as a pair to:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4897199/weekends-in-winter/
 Oct 18 Austin
Morgan Howard
Your eyes
So deep and blue
Like the ocean
I long to dive into them
And explore their depths
But that's difficult
When you're afraid to drown
 Oct 18 Austin
Peter Garrett
Empires have fallen
For a beauty lesser
Than yours
Helen of Troy would pale by your side
 Oct 18 Austin
sandra wyllie
in a quilted cornflower blanket
and set it on fire. I'll puncture
a hole in the thick of it, till it
flattens like a tire. I'll package

it and ship it off to sunny
Mexico, taking with it all the ice
and the heavy snow. I'll rip pages
off the calendar till May,  

taking November through April
minus two days. Leaving Thanksgiving
and Christmas there to stay. Or else
I'll hibernate like a bear and sleep

the months away, rolled up like
cigarettes in the mountains of Tibet
till the frosty air makes my breath dance
pirouettes on the stratosphere.
 Oct 18 Austin
Shane Lease
You Wanted Flowers So Bad,
But You Forgot to Water Them.
They Cant Grow On Their Own
And Neither Can You
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