Group Renga: Me, Blake, Tai
like a shadow
I am fading
into the glass
reflections beckoning
my body
to free my visions
images of self
against a concrete wall
who am I
cornered in open space
lines too long
like my legs
some other crap
dark October
a season for sweaters
and woodsmoke
cigarette dangles
almost catching
pink hair
under covered walkways
we steam
effervescent
ordinaire?
the word
is ordinary
layers of trees
red peeks
behind greens
I think of my sister
time too long
lost her smile
the beauty of rain
is how it lands
rippling through puddles
roll call
I decide
I want a pony
on love
winter wedding
bride weeps,
quietly composed
weeping bride
altar half empty
"no" would have done
empty altar
the weight
of the ring
pale finger
red ribbon
a kept promise
stillness --
empty cups and laughter
frozen in a silent moment
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