“Chorus”
Voices, lights, music,
a cacophony of sense
uniting our hearts.
Steve D
Voices, lights, music,
a cacophony of sense
uniting our hearts.
Steve D
Hours of playing
until all you want is a
shoulder and blanket.
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Our great irony
is that we try to order
a chaotic world.
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Pieces on the map,
best laid and waiting for their
opportune moment.
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Each experience
a new glimmer, light, wonder,
relived through your eyes.
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Around the valley
and up switchback trails until
you come to the top.
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Skeleton river
whose bones kick up dust, dreaming
of the rain’s return.
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For gold or glory,
the next adventure starts with
initiative check.
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Red painted building
where horses’ hooves once stomped, now
filled with dancing shoes.
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A week of downtime,
the mental reset. And now,
I’ve run out of time.
Steve D