A few poems on x-mess morn...

[lostraven]

'Synch'

Under the stars
they dance
to the beat of their hearts
in time
in step
in love

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Copyright 2008, S.E. Douglas
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'Another Morning'

Crisp air outside blanket fortress,
or so my cold nose says
Limbs poke out
Senses shout
Fingers like caretakers
prance about
cleaning eyelids
full of wry grit
until new day's view
sparks anew
some great desire
for the chrysalid moth
to emerge

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Copyright 2008, S.E. Douglas
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-Shawn