Departures

Departures

When I’m goneMy mark remainsA raised eyebrowA twirl of energyMore words than Yes’s and No’sMy smile kissesMy hand encasesMy thoughts continue
Tools of the Trade

Tools of the Trade

My belt needed a notchYou handed me a leather punch.My necklace brokeYou linked the chain with a scrunch.My light bulb flickered outYou climbed a high ladderMy dresser leg disconnectedYou drilled in a new screwTools of the trade matter
Compass

Compass

A moral compass imbedded withinWaiversA Fluctuation of opportunityTill the hand tipsAway from selfishAccumulationsToward heartbeats of humanity.

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