PANCAKES
batter drips from the bowl
one, two, hundred drops
spread across this
counter,
grill heating up
morning air and a vision
unexpected
grandma bending over her
stove
melting butter and sugar
her homemade syrup poured over
pancakes
today i'm a conduit of
worlds
dressed in todays,
yesterdays
eating pancakes with
ghosts
saying nothing…
she was my statue
made of black marble
without form
without sight
never broken
simply cursed
and left haunted
POEM
when I sit
counting clouds
and minutes
a passing girl
freezes me in silence
POEM
song
in minor key
orchestrates winds
with softening taps and
splashes
rain and cymbals and
windows
ocean movements
along winding paths
filled by wit, tears
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