Sitting in the cool
lobby inside the front door;
the only escape.
by Scooj
Sitting in the cool
lobby inside the front door;
the only escape.
by Scooj
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I sit suspended
in my wood-slatted deck chair;
coming up for air.
.
by Scooj
Brightness penetrates
through the leafy canopy;
Summer here at last.
by Scooj
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I’ve just missed my bus
the next is a while away
enough time for this.
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On my arrival
I am greeted by a young
pair of goldfinches.
.
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Remembering those
whose unfathomable loss
will not wash away.
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Thoughts turn to Summer
and glorious days ahead;
skylarks in the dunes.
.
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Blackbird alarm calls,
too late my intervention
the damage is done.
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Stairways to nowhere
I’m muddled and befuddled;
seeking out solace.
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May reshuffles her
pack and learns it’s difficult
to polish a turd.
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