Schools’, free-ish U.S.
budget cuts GALORE, burnout
Teachers: in terror | are trying
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If one is inert
And ten is a breakthrough
You and I, in concert,
Add to a beautiful two.
If red is progress
And yellow is obscene
Us two, coalesced,
Somehow craft a verdant green.
With the earth above
And the sky below
I’d make a pretty dove
And you a peaceful doe.
You’ve always been where I belong,
it’s proven to me every moment, every day.
You make me think that Frost was wrong
when he said “nothing gold can stay.”
Just a quick shot for my girl
Rising shadows release frigid forest
From deadly-dark silent guest
Lilac light lilts songbirds astir
Crystals cascade from ruffled fur
Halting soft steps upon frozen grass
Seek chilled silver trickling 'neath polished glass
Sudden stifled step echoes eerily alone
Tickling giggling reply from icy stone
Drinking doe darts sight unseen
Elusive as spring in this snowy scene
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I am Jane Doe
My identity is unknown
I am a face without a name
A pile of mysterious bones
an unknown woman
you are considered a dead thing
slowed down by decent refrigeration
'personality put to pasture'
a name would help with the paperwork
hen potato skip
butter rose fee
On a winter's day,
a beautiful, baby Doe,
was born in the snow.
A man comes out of the shadows,
as so it goes.
Held his fist to the doe,
Her money, you know.
“I’ve only but a rose,
one of friendship despite my woes.”
And with that rose she choked.
Like Porphyria’s lover,
Soft mane of death,
like a thorn to the chest.
Only the rose of amity saw the rest.