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What savory drink
Fancy bubbles, yet tangy
Mimosa for brunch

Two of us straining
Alone we sweat and we shout
Tennis courts at dawn

Confidence falters
Folding into itself, shrinking
Private implosion

I'll return to you
Once this journey finds an end
When we both have healed

Tough grass holding on
Weak brown, patchy and patched
Holding hope for rain

Desolate country
Shirked of thirst. Parched of water.
Hides life's abundance

Love: an action word
Unseen actions bringing joy
Serving another

Look at this fellow
Ignorant of what awaits
Once he lets fate drive

Hurry up and wait
Each new trinket found unpacked
Traffic for the trip

Peel soul from body
Spread me across the cosmos
Dance from sleeve to sleeve

Wet nose pokes playful
Shaggy frame drawing me out
Walk me awake, boy

The worst has happened
Spectacle of misfortune
Laugh to staunch the tears

Studying the walls
Reading the names inscribed there
Wash my hands, then leave

Hang on sleepily
Familiar strangers surround
Mornings on the metro

Margherita
Legacy *nearly* perfect.
Add pepperoni!

Checklists dwindling
To do list is running dry
Is this happiness?

Sunrise banishes
Overwhelming shades of night
Morning star resists

Vine climbs to the sky
"Behold my works, mine alone!"
The trellis applauds

Market collapse
Fate matching my managed funds
Defenestration

The joy of others
Knits my soul and makes me whole.
Yet I hide away

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