Highrise

Simplicity, humility
Are the thoughts that most appeal to me
At the threshold of a window ledge

Yet all my dreams are fevered
My thoughts all cantilevered
Still against the bitter end I hedge

And I’m quite good with hedges

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Along the way

The storm has raged and seethed and sung
And rent the air and left undone

The knots that tie both time and tide
With niceties now cast aside-like pauper’s clothes

Bruised, spent and fragrant lovers
Linger rapt in sweet repose

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