two I put on in the morning
unmatched
while looking down
where is the other hedgehog
and the striped one with skulls
this will have to do
slip my foot into the shoe
no one will ever know
how wild I start my day
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dVerse prompt on the word “wild” in quadrille
There is no roar
like the roar of a roar
if you could trap it
confine it
release it at will
let it out
when you need to
then call it back
your roar
is a good pet
and what good companions
are for
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dVerse prompt on the word roar
The last time I saw Eduardo was at Hoxie’s funeral. It was a sad affair as he was a young man gone too soon. Eduardo had once cried as he told me his testimony. Not Hoxie’s testimony but his own. Hoxie’s I never heard. Now we were sitting together at a funeral and he doesn’t speak. He had left the church about a year ago.
Hoxie, however, died in the church. Not hypothetically, but literally, died in the church. He was teaching Sunday school and collapsed on the floor. Nobody knew CPR. I was backsliding that day or else I would have been there. I heard later that there was nothing anyone could do, not even prayer— it was an aneurism.
There was a lot of guilt mixed in with sorrow that perhaps had I been there that I could have saved Hoxie’s life. I had never saved anyone except a Red Cross CPR mannequin. Good enough to blow into the fake lungs and press down the chest to keep the nonexistent blood flowing. I thought at the time that had I been there, had I been in line physically and spiritually that Hoxie would have lived! The church people told me there was nothing anyone could have done. I was beginning to believe them.
have faith in small things
a snowflake falling on tongue
can quench more than thirst
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dVerse prompt on beginnings — this is the start of a story I am telling.
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