Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
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He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor
of an aging life uncut and unloved.
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It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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He turned off the light
not because he wanted darkness
but because the light had become it.
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Something he heard of,
something he’s seen
something he never felt
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before your words became bruises,
before your hands were a weapon,
before my shirt lost its white,
and before tears were my food,
you were my father
and i was your son.
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he freed his fingers from my hand
to paint his own van Gogh
on the side of another square
he felt was a better fit.
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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 …
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