remnants of rain

i did not feel you fall

but your telltale sheen

remains upon the scene

i still can hear your call

how does one explain

that sweet serenade

that lingers after the parade

dear remnants of rain

every care-placed footfall

synchronized with the refrain

within the realms of rain

the dance of time forestall

each raindrop frozen in midair

candles fast from eating wicks

clocks cease their ardent ticks

of this one moment fully aware

then with a breath rewarmed

with each new step we find

a breath of time rewind

create the world transformed

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what words may come

to weep the shoreline clean

the soul to scrub

with syncopated breath

what words may come

when plans ‘ere scuttled scoff

these dreams despoil

dark vulture caws

one must reflect

pungent propensity

unforeseen strife

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they gathered

on and near the bench

that stands in memory of you

the eldest one sat on the bench

your partner stood beside

your younglings orbit them

they brought balloons

that shine in the night

to mark the first year without you

one year ago

such dreadful fright

the day the driver stole your light

gone too, the great tree

also struck down

by the driver who took you so soon

candles flicker

in evening breeze

lights put out by lamented plight

you shine on

within many hearts

but still the loss brings sad blight

mild autumn night

seems so peaceful

quiet vigil under watchful light

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whenever i see

october tenth

and eleventh

standing side by side

written all decimalish

10-10 or 10/10

10-11 or 10/11

i want to eat

their punctuation

the tenth 1010

eleventh 1011

in binaryese

they stand alone

ten and eleven

side by side

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cloudy cratons

flat bottomed fortresses

mountains of the sky

towering above the heartland

colors tease the eye

ceremonial headdresses

fountains that can fly

hovering above the sea of sand

upon a million dreams they spy

sunsets sketched with crayons

cloudy cratons that can cry

all the answers hover here

you dare not ask them why

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defied not deified

expectations defied, not deified

possibilities plumbed

challenges succumbed

naysayers denied

but not for the downthumbed

the majesty not downdumbed

but victory of transcendence

beyond the bounds

dispelling the doubts

defying the deniers

but to create what burns

in these seeds which grow

from the passion within

rooted in the deepest nooks

cuddled in the craggiest crannies

of your soul

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was it your intention

to buy a bit of attention

could it be preseason pretension

that deserves another mention

we are all merchants of attention

each of us buyers of contention

hawking our wares at time’s market

each tale and tapestry

woven with thread and ribbon of intention

we are masters of invention

compliant and defiant of convention

our creatives put in detention

fools freed by circumvention

we are all merchants of attention

each of us buyers of contention

stealing spicy slices of prevention

from the deli of mere mention

some have seen supposed revelation

within the valley of validation

seeking elusive redemption

from the dozen dams of damnation

playing roulette with casual abstention

while any serious suggestion

from the rivers of rapture

dastard dams had sought to capture

broken free by avalanche of attention

from languishing lakes of retention

rage the rivers of redemption

are you still selling sweet seduction

of the powers of deduction

is the new deluge of division

fomenting furtive fiction

murmurs of introspection

the nymph sees in its reflection

placid waters despoiled by suction

as the wells of deep induction

run dry from dereliction

when they hear a benediction

at the market of fact and fiction

have you bought some fabled friction

have you dabbled in inclusion

ignited sustainable new fusion

are you selling an infusion

brewed of myth and rapt illusion

are you still seeking absolution

wrapped in riddles of confusion

how have you woven your intention

in mantras wrapped in repetition

where do you hold your attention

when you need an intervention

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