Wild Living

Struck down,
she does not move.
Her shock of green hair
tumbles across her face,
lithe limbs akimbo.

Across the small
of her back

Susan ♥ Larry
Susan ♥ Jake
Susan ♥ Vince

.
Tramp stamps
on an organ donor
oak.

Ghost

She ran each time
I touched her shadow.
The fringe of light
around her sorrowed soul
sparked.

—
My dVerse poem is the next one down.

I fold a diamond
and a paper dream,
bend the head down
and the eyes appear.

A blink,
alert, knowing,
so I set the wings aright,
hold warm flesh
on my palm.

Flapping, it rises, flies
to my beloved
and reminds her
I near
one thousand.

Then I’ll wish a bridge
we might walk across

together.

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1000 Paper Cranes explained on Wikipedia

What have we
in common
but the moon
rising and falling
over horizons?

Even our seasons
slide out of sync,
I summer in your chill
and we wish
on different stars

yet we make verses,
divided evenly
between us,
multiplied
in a mystery

creating our own
field of stars.