Creaking new house sounds
Opening patio door
Looking into vast plat;
The creek trickles softly in détente,
cleanly over stoic bedrock agefull.
i
His cheek's
a bit pocked. Smile peeks
out behind red lips,
life reveling
ribs weary from
rescusitation
exposed to flaccid
pummeling broken
into unevent. But here parting lips
calendar Holiday's arrival.
ii
Smiles are
tributaries rushing through forest,
trenching a new path toward
quenching scorched choking sediment
yearning memory aching to transcend
sentiment.
iii
iii
Smile
plats heart's blueprint. Smiles
travel time, rupturing
past;
Smile canvasses
future, bridges presents.
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