We lent my old mans truck filled that monster up, and headed southwest across the border. In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelight I know a part of heaven my eyes have seen. Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong. IContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck”
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Feather of Paradise
Through the window and next to me graciously landing a flawless white feather. Like on the morning of her funeral with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance those armies he built are falling. Pirouettes in the breeze there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance ofContinue reading “Feather of Paradise”
Smith Shine Poetry 