feelings become marbles
traverse on convoluted paths
the source lies not
in their path
Feelings
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Girl child, listen to your mama
Listen to your daddy
You might scream and shout
But more often than not they know
What they’re talking about
Because once upon a time
They were where you are
Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime
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Girl you’ll be a woman soon
The slick black crows
will be circling you from all sides
The world outside is a wonderful place
But like every garden, it has its snakes
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Girl child, listen to your mama
Listen to your daddy
You might scream and shout
But more often than not they know
What they’re talking about
Because once upon a time
They were where you are
Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime
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Great Unfortune
Here I am, minding my own business,
Soaking in the memories that diffuse
From the treasures I collect and find new homes for
I am content in my dusty little haven
Surrounded by vintage lamps and family pride
In my modest little antique shop
But in the midst of life
Tragedy strikes with its unerring blows
That cripples one with such a force
All I can to is but to fall to my knees and gaze on
As the inferno licks the facade
Of my sweat and blood
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