A POEM A DAY 233
He schools his breath, keeps posture loose,let’s confidence arrive unforced,measures every word he chooses,hoping charm won’t sound rehearsed.He watches how her laughter lands,files each detail in his mind,steps close enough to feel the heat,but far enough to seem benign.He wonders if she feels it too,that current passing hand to hand,and plots no ending—only this:to stay,…
A POEM A DAY 232
Insistence Roots claw the wall, damp breath of stone, Sap and rust and rainbone grown. Leaves whisper dust, green tasting air, Bark splits open, musk everywhere. Sun warms lichen, sweet and sour, Time drips slow in vine and flower. The wall groans low, the roots reply— Life insists. It will not die. Simona A. Brinson…
Where Does It Hurt?
It hurts in the placewhere your hand used to be—small fingers waitingfor yours to close around themlike a promise.You let go quietly.Not a yank, not a break—just a looseningI didn’t understanduntil I was already alone.It hurts at the tablewhere your laughter livesfor everyone else,bright as a candleI am not allowed to touch.For me, there is…
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