She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Afternoon rendezvous
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She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Unlike cold New York
you smile, take in all comers
with your midwest charm.
Though Burnham’s Folly’s
in New York, he saved his best
for his hometown dreams.
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
City of Shoulders
Your fountains bring tears, your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.