the Queer and the Fine

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These times are lean

for many.

Not for only the queer and fine.

Not for only those of disabled mind.

For all human and…unkind.

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Cannot help but feel a chill in the air.

Cannot help but wonder…

the depth of waters,

free flow.

The river’s edge no longer inviting.

Vacant tables seem

splintered.

Less confiding.

Brighter times misguiding.

The size of things and secret matters left to a court jester and mad hatter.

To fend distant thought,

I watch in admiration,

as my dogs frolic.

Their antics blissfully unaware of the impending need to panic.

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Queer and Fine

river-4

These times are lean

for many.

Not for only the queer and fine.

Not for only those of disabled mind.

For all human and…unkind.

imageedit_67_6546311683

 

Cannot help but feel a chill in the air.

Cannot help but wonder…

the depth of waters,

free flow.

The river’s edge no longer inviting.

Vacant tables seem

splintered.

Less confiding.

Brighter times misguiding.

The size of things and secret matters left to a court jester and mad hatter.

To fend distant thought,

I watch in admiration,

as my dogs frolic.

Their antics blissfully unaware of the impending need to panic.

river-7

 

Someone Else’s Air

Could never have imagined where this shaggy road would lead.

Where would our little self-centered world…be without the unique grief

…we unleash?

Lonely pines, so precious when well-adjusted.

Yet,

nothing but mere specks in someone else’s air…when parted.

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I dare-say,

we are all maiden voyagers…sight’s unseen.

Not a one of us asking for…what has been given…

in the dirtiest of snow-white dreams.