Hope

sometimes
rhythm and rhyme
isn't enough
to counsel
through

this tough
of stuff
sometimes

injustice bleeds

and seems
to crowd out
hope

but I won't forget
the word you spoke

"my plans are for a future and a hope."

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Beginning

There’s 
A slow 
And steady
Warming 
Of hearts 

There’s 
A slow
And steady 
Forming 
Dreams


A quietly 
Growing 
Comfort 
Of companions

A subtle joy 
Of newness 

On the pathway 
To beginning.

This must
Be
How 
Love 
Grows. 

Wind

The 

Memory 

Of you

Passes

Through me

Like wind 


I know 

One day


I’ll stop

Feeling

You