Cherry

In Darkness I Write

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Cherry

Deep Soul Treasure

A friend said today. That I have to split love. Between, a reason, a season, or forever. I'd never heard that before. But it makes a sense. Although it's still raw. I think of her,
Cherry

In

In The women are armed with brochures but I don’t want to walk down that street, to where the post box waits for me with its lips baby bell split, inviting wanting.

The Falling Woman

The Falling Woman It was skybright breakfast 106 or candlenight in Portugal There was a planebird window bang or a stomach swoop of 'she's gone' There was no escape

One for the road

Damsel I’m distressed By the way you’re dressed

Perilous Pond

He approached the lily pad with utmost caution.

Frazzled Razzle Dazzle

An out of Vegas, desert bowl show-bar show-down

Winter In Iowa

This is my first attempt at haiku poetry
Cherry

Not yet a Mother

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