Previously

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Then to Now:

Birthday

Hope

Wind

A Day

I Post, Therefore

The Republic

Elevator

Tell Me A Story

Weather-Watching

The Path

Escape or Escapism?

Life Is

Crows

Leaves

Thoughts

Fire

Master Key

Patience

Morning Note

Elevator

The bell rings

a gap widens

while slow strings

begin to call

 

An upward glance meets two smiles,

the second daring:

come sound these depths

of clear, cool brown

 

“Miss, this meeting

should not go with no word.

Could I maybe ask you

your name?”

 

Dizzy words,

best left unsaid.

Instead, silence speaks

until senses regroup

to form a hopeful shape-

but late!

 

Alone with a scent like cedar and rose,

The bell rings and the doors close.