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Late Spring

Predicting futures repeating into the past

this short season around your iris will everlast

Spicy earth drugs the air

wrapping around tentative tongues

Footsteps awaken puddles

as escaped muddy leaves

float under ripples of dancing trees

Your freckled, emerald eyes twinkle

alluring hopes to be and forgotten about

in this early summer, late spring.

original piece, poem, poetry, writing

The Ethereal Cheat 

Wings combed

as you flit from lover to lover

exchanging a feather

for a twinkle from their eye


how the star they gave will never fade

yet your gift will turn gray

and slowly disintegrate