At home
my aimless mind
writes poemless lines.
Homeless under
trees or sky,
my lines take aim
to fly.

Monday, October 16, 2023

Truth Games

How are you?
How have you been?
I often wonder what
would happen if
we started just
telling the truth--
just a little bit.
Oh, a little mad around the edges,
how about you?
Me? Frantic and desperate
by turns. But did you
catch the game
the other day?
Game? I am fighting for my life—
do you really think
I have time
for any
games?

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