Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns

In a Day

Morning Deluge

I awake to the tatting drums
of a deluge, crushing
a thousand forests
as my hands shake
remembering your warmth
and my blushing face
since of all the storms
of my life
this one is the fiercest.

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At the Capitol

Heavy jowls, thunderous voices
pursed lips, all the yeas and nays
banging gavel and fists
to the imperious waves
of enormous heads
all that jazz!
Except,
just don't expect any miracles!

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Full Moon

That moping ancient lantern
riding high in the sky
its distance not a problem
for transmission
of moonbeams

while under it, sedately,
without looking back,
you tiptoed away
in your archaic garb
like new wine in old bottle

and I,
the baffled, unobtrusive woman
trailed after you
a few paces behind,
until you ordered firmly,
"Don't follow me, anymore!"