being a father

moon soft waves splash
around heather kiss
as love makes love

When his eyes met mine from the womb, I saw no father in the stare. No past echo. I was blank. In me alone the river flowed to his sea. But the future is shadow, absence, not the dawn mist in giddy love.

the house shudders
from ‘fuck you’ storms
with arms windless sails

the sun

has a likeness 

to the moon 

as we do 

to faeries

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dancing trees

stop work

go out 

leap

with the wind

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be

the morning breeze

and give

tender

touches

random word: tender

be still

hear the breeze

touch silence

random word: still

no crow

and a cloudy night

so poetry

today

must be fresh

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look

for faeries

in raindrops

but say 

it's poetry

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