Two Poems

Spontaneous Combustion

She sat by the window and watched

the migrating doves

of brown flutter by,

their feathers filling the view with

dandelion clocks

inviting her to make

a wish. She whispered

the words into the air –

but the fire consumed her, reducing her to ashes

before she could even finish.

Stars and the Moon

Take time to ponder in solitude

while walking under

the light of the full moon.

Let the trees create

silhouettes with their leaves, figures that dance

with the chime of the wind – creating

shadows of familiar faces. But never forget

about the stars even if moonlight is enough,

for they would never leave

once the moon



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