100: a hurting want

Your hands and feet say what you have done. Rumi age spots came unexpectedly yet in due time so real ly there should be no surprise aging is though always surprise for we embark on a new date still enrobed in all we have been carrying along with us days of smooth skin...

totems

to time when to dream oneself among stars in the eyes that could still be fallen into as one leap for the moon when potential was more than to wake to the next day and hope more than the abatement of fear it has been only three years only but lifetimes lifelines...

99: what does it matter if

if the neighbors don’t admire if the friend does not appreciate if the host does not reciprocate nor if the partner does not agree what does it matter if the follower charges against you if the comment comes in unclean if the grocery check out refuses to look...

98: how the words go

So many let go released like carrier pigeons into air between us all week long and now alone how the words go differently stay quieter alone inside searching around for a place to exit and yet realizing while it was so good outside necessary even in order to better...

97: what are you lonely for

the tears well in explicable heart aches trying to tell you you know not what birdsong chimes out crescent window moonglow illuminates edge of tile in just that way husband/child/lover sighs peaceful just beyond your room what is your heart aching for for what are you...

96: spare the world

all your brilliant ideas rushing in with your sword as if first to have an idea of the sort you have enlightened upon the whole world is good when you know this there is nothing more to infuse present