Reaching Into My Notebook Of Inspiration

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Reaching into my notebook of inspiration
I’m searching for something I scribbled before
A note: the distant scratch of my quill
The love of words spilled – paper asking for more

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Resting Against A Palm

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Resting against a palm
Girls dancing in sepia tones
Dripping in summer hues
Reaching out on a cellular phone
Locals within their beaches
A home in the sweet, salty air
Life set at a softer pace
Of nothing more peaceful I’m aware

 

 

You’re Cold, Calculated & Good-Looking

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You’re cold, calculated & good-looking

Left behind your classmates long ago

Wandering the bottom of telegraph hill

Boys of the varsity crew dutifully row

Looking down through expensive lenses

Never stooping below your vertical reach

Self-confidence not what you reveal

Truth of the matter, aren’t you a peach

Through all these delicate years

I’m still here, feeling sorry for you

Hiding in this city is not an escape

An anonymous life not so fresh & new

Skirting this issue you may complete

Being breezy like a windless chime

Slipping just between your fingers

This just must not be the time