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friday's song

ByKymberlee

playing in the sunshine
and trickery with Loki
a red herring–killed with my own knife–
makes for a nice dinner
amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle

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I see you in your dress with your kind eyes. I know your parents must not have much money. I know about shoes with holes. You smell nice. Like flowers or the rain. I like that you will sit with me. You sit with me. Even though I smell like pee. Even though everyone things…

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faith trumps worry

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“Look at the beautiful, green buds!” she exclaimed. “I worry for them. It’s only February,” he replied. Now, it’s nearly April and the leaves are unfurling and stretching to the sun. He’s not here to see that and yet it’s happening all the same. Faith trumps worry.

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tomorrow is not here yet

ByKymberlee

yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet