leaves

with no thoughts or prayers

he packed up his stuff

and walked through the door of his own secret self,

turning back momentarily to watch

 the leaves fall on his bed.

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hurting

hurting people hurt people,

so before starting to throw rocks

at windows that can’t be repaired…

let me catch your tears

 and wash away the pain 

that will heal over time.

                                                                      

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rhythmic

the duel between his heart and mind

became a dance in rhythmic measure

of opening and closing, 

each inflicting strict penalties on him

of reward and punishment

as conditions for love. 

                                                                     

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newspaper

looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.

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