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Slivers – this sunlight sends shivers through the darkness; my eyes; wide awake

for Algot

Night skies lure flowers, sleep deep

Morning light invites eruption

for #mastoprompt

A piece of poem wrenches free writhing itself in an escape from

me

for #mastoprompt

Not helpless, but hindered

Weathered, but not worn

Weary, but wonderous

Not forgotten; born

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Knick knacks knock about, knowing their number is nearly up

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Years later:

all it took was a glimpse of the edge of a sky-blue envelope barely opened on the counter, with scribbled words on the outside and playful artwork in the margins, like a page ripped out of Mad Magazine -

your presence still resonates

for #mastoprompt

Shadow baton from an invisible conductor gets raised with love and grace, as the first movement of sunrise begins:

Birdsong, in a minor key

for #mastoprompt

What sounds like a furious swarm is pollination, born from the energy of an active hive of honey bees

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After days of dry, the land waits patient for rain: prayers to the clouds

On this, you ask, where is the ink?

I think I'd prefer to remain as silent as the poem on the page,

a slow gasp of a laugh, lingering

for #mastoprompt