The Gift (day 135)

Squabbling Quibian!
What have you found there?
Is it a new form of currency?
A rare gem; a gift from the Emperor?

How you cradle it like a lover
Lost deep at sea
There is something nostalgic
In your eyes I see

A pebble, dear Quibian?
A stray rock here you hold?
Found amongst the leaves
On your long walk home?

Pleasing (day 120)

Of easily identifiable
Varying degrees
With little sustenance
But wholly equitable
Randomly ordered
Securely fastened
Flavorly tasting
Minutely differentiating
Tiny something-or-others

Always have a way
Of pleasing my soul
Even on days
When souls are feeling cold

Warm Whispers (day 116)

Slowly dancing down the steeply inclined staircase
Mending broken bones with happy thoughts and
Careless nights and too many insufficient lights
Making up lost time with tension high and
Premarital blissful sinful rupturing like cool nights
Of fourth of July celebrations you never
Quite let go hands with and always remember
The feel of that tingling anticipation.
Or was it just a pixie that held hands
With the moon and danced a strange song
Around your head as you woke from the dream.
To lazy to reach, but to awake to not notice
How many little spaces there were amongst
The glowing daylight.

…And listen; I think she’s calling.

Break in the Day (day 109)

Sun that’s hotter than a well used oven
With young faces that are nervously wonderin’
Alerted by the slightest disturbance

But me, I still look for an empty corner
Away from the clamoring multitudes over
My fate sits fixed as is my countenance

Waiting sit I as I wander nearer
Playing with the time waiting for the bearer
Maybe we all feel this sustenance

Un-Adulterated (day 94)

The four, they wandered
Still a few hours from dark
One with a drink
One with a skirt
And leggings to reduce the flirt
It was easy to tell
For I had been there before
That they all had one thought
Clearly on their minds
To reduce the night to moments alone
A moment to remember for a year
A day, many years later
That will come all the greater
Shall remind gone of your youth