She sat inside her ice-cream life
and guessed the number of
bingo markers it might take
to win the jackpot.
...
Sorry to interfere with you lunch hour,
but I felt it necessary to open your mind.
I spiked your cupcakes with reality.
...
Sometimes sunshine streams through the windows,
like a tossled head of hair. Bright and solid light
...
Sheltered dreams always seem to end.
They filter down like
drops of hopeless water
which fall from the sky
...
I am alone.
We are together.
Your imprint stays in my mind.
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She looked like a ghost of herself
When she first came stumbling into my sight.
I asked her if I could help her, perhaps I
Could make what was wrong right.
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The last wind of winter has ceased its power.
It is memory now, and has no message to give.
The rains of spring have replaced the snow.
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Help me to remove my feelings.
Drop my insecurities.
Open my soul.
...
What is this passion
that so fills my soul?
This insisting urge to seek the
hidden pathways of my mind?
...
Do not be disturbed
by the
little disturbances
pervading the atmosphere.
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