You Cannot Stay

“…you’re afraid
if you stay here they might talk
And these nights
you only want to hear someone say, Yes, I think of these things, too…”

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It’s Not You, It’s Me…Or Maybe It’s Not

It’s not you, it’s me. I think, as I watch the wind blow slits of sunlight through the big pine tree in my backyard. You love me in all the right ways: the hand-holding, the forehead kisses, the tenderness, the love that fills me. But you suck at all the other boy things, like taking me on dates or cleaning your room.

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The Pull of Opposites

Today, I’m sitting in the shade. A bright green tree lends a branch to cover the cement pillar where I sit. There are steps leading down to a grassy area where a couple lays side by side, reading books. It is beautiful how they rest there, together, but alone. I like that idea.

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Places to Run

I ran for the first time today on Florida ground. It was wonderful. I could feel each footfall on the sandy pavement. I took a breath and it was the fresh mid- seventies breeze covered by only a light humidity. The sky was light blue with feather-thin clouds, surreal.

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