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neth jones Aug 2024
warm deluge has passed          
concrete smells steam                
wading the dystopic streets      
my child squeals                        
(cooled rain dripped from a tree)
june 2024 - tanka influenced
swells and streams
LL Aug 2024
I'd like to take your
glasses off someday, and set
them on a table
then I'll lean forward, as slow
as
the way
                        you
             stir
                        your
             cup
LL Aug 2024
even I can't tell
anymore, which of the things
                    I say are true / lies
but for some unknown reason
you're here, you know who I am
Lyla Aug 2024
Roots growing deeply
Seeking life in quiet earth
Tough and unadorned
Until coaxed by gentle rain
I bloom joy a thousand times
Lyla Aug 2024
Insistent plucking
clutching, smothering darkness
Grasping at my soul
Begging me to come inside
And stay long after I die
Lyla Aug 2024
echos in canyons
calling endlessly in time
lost in the ether
i screamed your name too loudly
and the avalanche has come
Lyla Aug 2024
Smell the forest’s breath
Sweet pinesap, hot brush, decay
The mountain’s flesh bleeds
sharp, fine dust; rocks clot the roads
Selfish love wounds its lover
I grew up in the mountains of northern California, playing in the recovering clearcuts.
Lyla Aug 2024
When you said to me
“Fireflies in my bedroom”
You meant “Stay with me”
The wall cracked at two am
Though it has not crumbled yet
The wall is still there, but its mortar loosens every day...
Lyla Aug 2024
I kiss the sunset
As I wish you good morning
You bid me gute Nacht
While dawn delivers my love
Darkness never comes for us
A tanka for my lover. Love with an 8 hour time difference is interesting. For a time this summer, my sunset and his sunrise were minutes apart.
LL Aug 2024
why does thunderclap
over a sunlit sky — feel
like an oath you'd break

but then the rain came
where each drop planted a kiss
on my skin — sweet, soft
and tender
— exactly where
you promised each one will be

now each thunderclap
over a sunlit sky — is
hope I believe in
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