“Song”
Both captivated,
vocalizations and drums,
embed in their minds.
Steve D
Both captivated,
vocalizations and drums,
embed in their minds.
Steve D
Safe space, quiet time.
Stow away toys and stories.
A place to treasure.
Steve D
Over-produce, consume,
coffer-stuffing ritual,
until nothing’s left.
Steve D
Tendril branches reach.
Suspended thickets swaying,
awaiting new growth.
Steve D
Casual dinner,
casual chat brings to life,
online comment threads.
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Gentle sun through clouds,
mixed with red glowing brake lights.
I’d prefer a train.
Steve D
Split the morning watch,
keep two wild boys entertained,
to get better sleep.
Steve D
Sun crests earlier,
greeted by excited smiles.
Please go back to bed.
Steve D
Tread over old ground,
some changed or worn like gnarled roots,
familiar still.
Steve D
Celebration days,
gathered in autumn’s breeze for
love, life, and bubbles.
Steve D