upon the frail bones
stands the wobbling dreams and hopes.
winds of malcontent.
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black smudge
day shutters its curtains.
the nightwatchman is upon us.
black smudges the dark.
crumbling space
the miles between us
inch along like army ants.
but the crumbs are there.
green with envy
a blemish of green.
hope springing eternally.
but no spring has sprung.
zero day
the very first day
of a decades’ long journey.
to a home with me.
living daylights
the stretched yawn of day
as its blond head rises up
to be beaten down.