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John Destalo Aug 2020
a girl with
deep thoughts

stared through me

seeing patterns
form

in the smallest
things

sitting still
on a sill

she opened
herself to

a thin pane
of glass

and what
lived on

the other side
John Destalo Aug 2020
without heaven

the sky has
no secrets

the blue fades
into the deep dark

beyond the stars
and I realize they

are all dead
and I am looking

up and into a
the bottom

of a cemetery

my soul is invaded
by the scent of

dead flowers left
centuries ago

I am just catching
up to the past
John Destalo Aug 2020
she is star
of the evening

hours

twirling on
a stump above

the pond a
fog is forming

creating a mystery

as butterflies and
lightning bugs

dance around her

all she wears
is a thin white
dress

that lifts and
flows

exposing her
dreams to her

subjects
John Destalo Aug 2020
each day that
passed

each time we
laughed

I held my
real words

inside my
mouth

I felt like
a squirrel

I always passed
as a friend

when I really
wanted to be

a lover

I guess that
made me

a liar
John Destalo Aug 2020
everything was near
or distant

everything was clear
or nonexistent

we shook hands
we hugged
we kissed

we waited for
our mail

electrons were
young and

misunderstood

I remember the
first day we

played pong
everything changed

that day
John Destalo Aug 2020
is the nature
of my mind

filling in blanks
making things

end in tragedy
following ghosts

into dark corners
scaring myself

sick
John Destalo Aug 2020
I know it is fading
there is more

weight around me
people trudge along

looking for conflict

creating a world
without laughter

I want to tap
everyone on the

shoulder and ask
them if they

remember how to
make a baby laugh
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