***
Dust glides on a breeze
Grief, let loose this volant soul
Tether not, with flame set free.
***
Carefully pressed petals of daring dreams folding secret longings fell dehydrated at his feet when he broke open her once hidden swollen diary he hated himself not able to stop himself as he read every flaming word each line never meant for his thirsty eyes.
***
Planting for the Harvest
She lives
a life
well tilled
her time
like spring boughs
laden heavy with faith
and family
harmony and heart
and memories . . .
loves
redolent of summer mamey
take root beside
acid limón of loss
they graft and grow
new fruit inseparable
un-till rich earth falls
fragrant brown black
reclaiming her bones
fertile with being
receiving her home
to lay fallow for only a time.
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