momentous seclusion in bracelets
salted silt bristling bed
twin dis-part in aeons
and a doe on the brink skein
brown backed a sand pyramid
tri rising the collar baked
well far for the desert scene
in the forests with a rush
ribbon of a gazelle and her elongation
freedom frisk for a patrol pedestrian
be this before Venus vanilla twilight

There are too many stoney fields
which plows will never again touch.
They bear those stones like ancient shields,
these glades which aren't frequented much.

Perhaps the last crop planted there
was planted far too deep.
Though each was spaded with great care,
above the surface sprouts don't peep.

The soil here is deep and dark
made fertile by too many souls
spaced neatly as if in some park
in ordered rows across the knolls.

When alone, you fill my mind,
out of reach it makes tears.
The dawn becomes dull.
Sunsets a grey shadow.
Now you’re gone from view.

How can I get through to you?
Where are you that I may try?
To hell with proper ways.
I lived with them, all my days
I won’t change tracts.

Give me more strength,
I have purpose to eclipse stars.
I grow weak, without you.
Why did we go separate ways?
It’s etched into my thoughts.

Round 2
"Hello …you look
familiar."
"Really?Have I
met you before
somewhere?"
"You went to
Duncan Myer
High.Right?"
"Yea! I did
did you …?"
"Yea …Go Duncan
High Rangers!"
( Whoa! What a hook!)
Flag on the play
she has a class
bumper sticker
on her car.
Round 2 to him.