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Thoughts from

d.c. birth and chesapeake bridges Let's
a veracious girl in a vintage dress
stood tranquil with a hale}"s smile buy sorne. marshmaLLows
while fizzled residue of diminished blossoms & blue foliage and 9athe.r aU the.
scattered on the dock. meanwhile '300d. n\,ce. wond.e.rf m [ovin'3 carin'3 mothers
in the hermit kingdom, oriole butterflies
swung playfully through foggy light as who ban boo~s
fireflies waterfalled from a tccthmg nativity. and. start a nice. (~ the. mothers
then muted grey hues
would alluringly suffuse into the chesapeake bay. fire.
and like the tall grass and inlet water, and.
our souls mingled seductively before me.
chafed mem'nes ... sin9
uncertain recollections of dancing barefoot in wh\le. PCl-9e.s
reggaed sands and driving to another maryland afar.
-a glance scorch
by sultry eyes, so placid and melodic would chime to bCac~
and then subside near the waterfront; yellow october leaves
became our rainfall and weeping willows and. our marshmaLLows swe.U
billowed in a nocturnal breeze--please, with the. hea-t
can you remember? prob'Iy not of fCame.s
but 1 strain to.
back then the air was faintly sweetened powere-d. by is it
with black raspberry & ozark. Cove.?
back then her naive and poised hands held what
was festooned with webs upon the shaker's shelf.
and with acrylic fingers resting on olive knees, the
primitivist poet sat there surrounded by
a thousand tithonia blooms--just another
coffee-haired girl in a field of fiery orange, and being
denied by ms. icar, she unlatched the box releasing
the undaunted orphan of herself .
. . . yes and then it began to drizzle, and i
stumbled in the midst of puckered fountains and
within them finally
found myself.
by esther

Theae are the daya to remember
In dreams, I walk with you.
Hold my hand,
scorn my name.
Roses fold over to touch your supple skin.
The center of the garden
is the haven we seek.
The silver sheen burns my eyes,
the steel scour9e touches my flesh,
Colder than a w1nter's eve.
Not even the blood can warm yo~r heart.
In dreams, I dance with you,
with steps that flow across
the stained floor.
The soft gown whic~ clings
to your body
encases your soul.
As you are left standing
there, I call softly
on the wind,
be~ging you to grasp holci of my
li.e.
In life, I seek yo~r love.
I long to hold you
and feel your arms encircle
my body.
I want to lose
myself in the forests
of your eyes,
the wildernesses c: your soul.
I die from want,
my body alive,
my soul devoured
by Ben Killian

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