Scattered Leaflets Fall Like Confetti

Standing on platforms after the last train

The scent of falling stars burn my eyes

Karma evens the scales, a jolt returning me back to life

Stir autographed story lines purposely forgotten

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Fresh ink on old proofed copies, reminders still wet to the touch

Right siding my compass, the magnetic pull forcing a turn

Scattered leaflets fall like confetti, gravity pulls in one direction

Lining streets, cushioning my fall

Waiting and Watching Weathervanes

Imperfect petals lie in wait

For the gust to bring new life

When wasted moments of worry abate

And fading colors and muting songs no longer look me in the eye

Clear skies revealing once hidden mountain ranges

Open up, calling for me by name

Waiting and watching weathervanes for just the right moment

In any direction, I will go

Backward Glances Lessen

The symmetry of complicated winds

Follow a bend without an end in sight

As pages of signed guestbooks with made up names

Fall from forty stories up and settle at the side of the road

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Folded notes telegraphed through two way mirrors

Ignore rain drop prayers that flow beneath the surface, unnoticed

Salted miracles covered in rose petals search for a moment of silence

As captive roads sing in hushed tones calling your name

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Lost numbers found in random open windows

Lyrics without a melody tattooed on my chest

A reminder of the moment I embraced the turning point

Backward glances lessen, letting go