Late Night Poems

or early, depending on your perspective. Vol. 1

Late Night Poems is a general round up of the week's thoughts turned into...something? Sure. We'll go with that. Here is the week of 1/9/23:

turned over cups

taking on as much, 
personally,
as I can hold..

when 
I can barely hold myself up,
let alone
risk letting you down is..

It's better this way.

retreat.
recluse.
repeat.

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a winter murder

I saw the first confused azalea bud
on my walk today.
It doesn't know it's still January,
but we all know that the winter doesn't last
preciously stamped out by the returning hordes of feets and their ever-pounding
gnawing slacked-jaw wide open staring 
gawk
at the sight of it,
but ignore the heart of it.
How sad, 
I thought.
On my walk today,
I witnessed peaceful, present winter slipping away.