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green season

it was the green season
the perfect time
to sow love
in the fertile soil of
a new relationship
water it with
gentle tears of joyfulness
warm it with smiles
then watch the tender shoots
of fancy become strong
enough to bind two hearts

d’Verse Poets Quadrille # 19 – green

& Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

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Mining for Coal

Did it feel like entering
the gates of
Hell -descending into
that dank pit
digging out the bowels
of the earth
breathing in black
dust until your lungs
were filled
covered in the devil’s
own breath
with only the whites
of your eyes glowing
eerily in the darkness
day and night were the same
a tin pail and a lantern
your only solace
a pick axe your weapon