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How relentless: these weeds -

my knees bleed from rough fingerprints of concrete

and next week, I'm bound to believe I'll be here again

bent over like a broken fence; every one of my rungs sprawling, falling

these weeds keep on calling and and calling, calling, relentlessly singing like stones

Bending ears inward, a cyclone taking shape in armature and concrete

we treat the world as one, frozen, spoken, poets like us, we look to find beauty in the broken

inspired by “Beauty In The Broken,” by Joe & Terry Malesky Sioux Falls Sculpture Walk https://sculpturewalksiouxfalls.com/sculptures/2024/beauty-in-the-broken/ via NWP Write Across America: South Dakota

And ... then what?

twisted and curved from bottom on up to the tippity top with an iron tail all bundled in contained exclamation and no visible connection, only empty thoughts to the right and empty thoughts to the left, for we fill in the gaps with imagination

And ... then what?

inspired by “and ..” by Paul Reimer Sioux Falls Sculpture Walk https://sculpturewalksiouxfalls.com/sculptures/2024/and/ via NWP Write Across America: South Dakota

Words keep me curious

Music provides me purpose

for DS106

Every small petal of the Spring flower bouquet, fades and drops away

Traversing rivers over rocks and roots and sand; never in command

Writing a sun poem with eyes closed, imagining the Solstice moment

Dark stage curtain, closed audience, emptied and now it's just me, my music, my thoughts, alone

Time; decoded

We want to do more than survive

The book of hope (and) belonging

for OpenWrite BookSpinePoem

Boxes, packed with papers, books, pens, notes, plans

In August, I hope to better understand where things have gone

For now, I'm on the surface of the mirror, skating in the remembering

Not yet imagining the space taking shape only in my mind, for some future time

for OpenWrite