someday
no one will care
just like no one cares now
but it won't be heartlessness, just
no one

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Shadow
where you find it
insufficient, narrow,
the heat denying any such
reprieve

#poetry #cinquain #desert #sketch

broad marks
scrawled carelessly
roughly indicating
what little one might gather from
a life

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You have
no idea
what could live down that hole;
yet you feel you must put your arm
in it.

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I miss
my father, I
miss my father, and my
family was no comfort when
he died.

#poetry #cinquain

I'm here
because you are
I could be anywhere
The place doesn't really matter
You do

#poetry #cinquain

They said,
"we've heard enough
from the likes of you," but
they had not read a single word
of mine.

#poetry #cinquain

are they
all lost causes?
cheering wealth worshipers
at the latest launch, gleefully
bankrupt

#poetry #cinquain

Out here
we have plenty
of death and sand; plenty
of gods and zealots; plenty of
nothing.

#poetry #cinquain

thank you
for bringing up
that awful thing again
and again and again and then
again

#poetry #cinquain

It's back,
this strange creature.
You catch it in a cup,
release it to the night. It's not
gone long.

#poetry #cinquain

Never
found my people.
Never heard my own words
from the mouths of anyone else.
Never.

#poetry #cinquain

I see
no good reason
to luxuriate in
pedagogical poetry
alone.

#poetry #cinquain

A pen,
in your slight hand,
hovers over a page.
In its shadow, you try to find
the word.

#poetry #cinquain

Survive.
Today, yes, but
what of tomorrow? And
what of the day after? And at
eighty?

#poetry #cinquain

Serve verse
tasteless, stateless,
process port prospectors.
Streamlined derailments, dawdling
glad wind.

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Wringing
hands like dishcloths.
As if you could squeeze out
anxiety; rinse it all down
the drain.

#poetry #cinquain

Outside
all the live long.
Extemporaneous,
nigh impossible in English:
Tenseless.

#poetry #cinquain

Shadow
smeared in the dust.
A moment of relief
from this horrid, horizonless
sunlight.

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To be
a collector
is to appreciate
all that you can, while falling off
the cliff

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