turned thought

i don’t talk about you much
egos feed and fed
i suppose i could say what i see
the full
the stretch of you

i smile for what could only be
a crumbled pace;

you never heard me stop the sighs
begin anew
(to offer grace)

as summer peaches drip
on sidewalks splotched with gum
hard stone
the trammeled few …

i hold myself the harder still
and find reflections

in your understanding


2 Replies to “turned thought”

  1. Not sure for whom this was written (would guess your dad but would probably be wrong), or even what it means, but I kinda like it. And I can’t even say “why” I like it, really…just that it speaks to me of a better inner nature than so many I have observed.

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