Sparklers

Your eyes were like sparklers;
They burned bright for a while,
then died out with the joy of
controlling tiny fires.

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Forever Loyal

The sun is the only forever loyal.

It’s your grade school playmate,
when summer’s out,
and you have no worries
but the time it takes to put on sunscreen,
and avoiding the next water balloon.

It’s your second opinion as a teenager,
when you want to tan
for that person you met in the fall.

It shows you how to grow,
and gives you light
when the darkness spots your vision
after losing the job you worked so hard to find.

The sun is the only forever loyal,
promising new days for opportunities,
and a shine for the days your eyes grow dull,
and the sparkle has threatened to leave.

I promise the sun is your only forever loyal;
it will not leave in your lifetime.


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Shoes

I’ve been trying to put myself in your shoes. Understand what it must all be like for you. But I’ve never lived in your situation. Never known how it feels to fit into a uniform and work the way you do. They’re much too big, and like a clown, I am too much a fool to know your struggles. I glide through life with a painted smile, and wonder if someone so put together knows the pain of being the joke in a room full of lawyers. Of knowing the gift of laughter, but not how to receive it. I think of how privileged I am to have my own fitting sneakers, but still complain about the pain in my heels. And I wonder how it feels to wear the boots of a man making a difference. I’ve been trying to put myself in your shoes, but I’ll never be able to make them fit.


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Subtlety At Its Finest

I wanted to be clever;
sneak your name into a poem,
express how I feel with the undertone
of an “I’m starting to really like you,
but that scares me, and you can’t like
me the way I want to like you because
you’re also taken.”
I wanted to be clever;
place the letters of your identity
into my metaphoric articulations,
and title it ‘Mystery Man,’
but that first letter
doesn’t leave me with many options.


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Sharing Existences

I love the moment after sunsets.
When the sun dips down,
to welcome the ocean’s embrace,
and its light still glows
just a bit.
One side of the sky holds gold-tipped clouds,
the other freckled with stars,
the darkness showing its arrival,
the light its descent.
And for just a moment,
they can still say hello to one another.


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