On the Brink

Sometimes in the darkest part of the night
I play my old cassettes to fill the overpowering silence
A familiar cadence of thoughts blares out, ready to lend meaning to any moment

Those tapes remind me of who I am, what the world is like,
How hard to slam the door on the way out of giving a damn –
You know, all the important things

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a moment in early morning

freshly washed pavement shines, unfamiliar depth to its color, as damp earthiness rises from the planters full of bright geraniums, almost red, almost orange – a chill in the air invigorates as I fall in step with the crisp click-clacking of purposeful feet moving down the sidewalk to a breakfast companion’s embrace or to a […]