Pass On By
Pass on by
me as if I am invisible
as if I am an oddity
as if my head
has sprouted another head
See me here
as you please
A figure with no face
a figure with face of an angel
whatever you please.
This Time Next
This time next year
maybe you will know
my name
maybe you will
remember who I am
A little more
in my comfort zone
A little less
in the small space
of safety.
Hammock
I lay back in the sling
stretched across
from tree to another
world,
taking a celestial rest.
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