DIGNITY OF AGE

Dignity of Age

The unfolding bloom is

lost inside the purple bud where

a promise once rose from

inside the stem, as

roots grip the

darkness of the dirt--

inside of the core of the earth--

hidden

deep,

deep under the sun.

The face of this blossom--

bursting fragrance,

inner truth folded

from butterfly and bee

not seen. The sun’s mystery,

the glory of this flower

unfolds her elegance, a

birth of beauty,

an age of dignity.

TJKG

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THIN AIR

"Souls are not designed to float around in thin air." A. Chiu

Thin Air 

You rest in thin air

with things like

a lingering scent,

a child’s outcry,

a foreign language,

a distant chill as you drift by

on the intent of your path.

You rest in thin air--

subtle and palatable--

a veil of consequence,

a mile of destinies,

a chance at a fork in the road;

white wings of hope lay low in

a solitary flight of time.

You rest in thin air,

inside the hourglass

of you;  I am lost in the

cacophony of your trust.

My tiny describable breaths

pull you into my chest

barely nourishing what is left.

  TJKG
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