inhaling autumn air
deep               breaths
the creek sings

early riser
           I sit by the lake
and hear the sounds of sunrise

midnight songs
from shadowed corners . . .
crickets.

starfish in the dark
limbs constricting and
releasing

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morning rain
my reflection frowns
from a sidewalk puddle

rain
sprinkling gently
I put on my boots

quiet space
so hard to find
under stacks of work

this quiet room
I eat
       my thoughts

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listen closely:
the creaks of the house
tell a story

floorboards creak in new ways
a stranger
in my own home

thinking of you
anxiety fills my thoughts
roaring train horn

soft lullaby
putting me to sleep
train horn blares

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meditation—
the silence allows it all to
creep back in

finding it difficult
to make eye contact
even in the mirror

I used to dream
of a cuddle buddy
now i like my space

when I close my eyes
I see you
it’s only you