a paparazzi 

hitting the paydirt

where’s the crown

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 dying

i said to the doctor 

take care

 delirium 

strangers are whispering

around my calling

 sea horses

rolling in the wind’s mane 

emotions stampede 

 there’s a buzz

is it this bee or that bee

blossom viewing

 the eternal poet

my last poem was crap

repeat

 search warrant 

we’ve placed it in the basket

head off and read it later

 the word spring

brought out the worms

and the blue sky

 social media

tendrils be the night

of the poets 

 that’s how the land lies

without the valleys 

there would be no hills

 when out hiking

the only thing that get lighter 

is my water bottle

 high wind

the leaf mouse

leaves