Poems

October and April

 

Mist

 

It falls, soft and gentle, like Seattle.

On the leaves, a bright tropical glimmer.

The city lays beneath its cloak

and dreams.

 

Wings

 

Left the house on a sunny Saturday morning.

Light breeze, slow pace.

Drums in the park and reason-less laughing.

Hawk flying with wings as mighty  as a cape.

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