ashes

along with the

feathered fragment remains

in ashes of clipped wings,

he kept his love in a dust pan

hidden …

from where the light would find it.

                                                                        

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table

looking down through his glass 

held by hands like bricks,

he saw where the wine from tears

had left their stains of disappointment 

deep inside the splinters of a broken table.

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huckleberry

with a carnival balloon in hand

and paper banjos playing softly beside the river he walked home,

pausing only for a moment

to released the fictional helium hope

of ever finding his own huckleberry friend…

then quietly placed his love in the museum of his soul.

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