Parting Shots

No complaints, with the sex, she said

She didn’t say fantastic, but

No complaints

That’s better than okay, isn’t it?

No longer want to be a couple, she said

We can still be friends, but

Being friends

Thats tougher than being together, isn’t it?

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Base

Scent

The one last probable imponderability

That brings loved ones into my life

Scent

That I can pick off the pages, or infuse

From another young woman’s photograph

Years have passed

Way beyond absolution

Arches of roses collapsed

Bicycles of joyful fusion

Certain as the stones

Laid by the constitution

We, as all others, gasped

Recycled by the resolution

Scent

Homogeneous in a few lines of text

That neither you nor I wrote, to refuse

Scent

Worthy of being named the great imponderable 

That brings loved ones back into my life

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Touchstone

Playful petal

As if you were my own

Beautiful flower of autumn

Yes, I know that sometimes 

You do have to let lovers go

Yet always, you might dream

Of what may have happened 

If they had stayed

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Master & Boy

The young boy mimics his masters rowing

The old man walks slowly and closes the gate

The young boy goes alone in the boat, to the shore

He chases butterflies & snakes, on the terra-firma

from 

Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Spring

A creaking door opens
Birds chirp
A solitary eastern cabin
Placed on an island platform
In the middle of a lake

Strings of bells chime quietly
The teacher yells at the young boy
It is time to get up, time
To sweep clean the boardwalk
Before they jump into the rowing boat

from 

Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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