BURNT ORANGE

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Photo: Whelan Works

The sky burns orange.

Winds whip in a frenzy.

Waves rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

Palm trees bow their heads.

The sun retreats.

Say a prayer for us.

THE DEAD GAME

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RETREAT

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RETREAT

A place for our dreams,

An earthly retreat.

Follow my heart’s beat. 

Can you feel the heat?

The earth is alive.

Its core is on fire.

Come with me, darling.

I feel your desire.

It’s all too soon gone.

The door is closing.

It’s being washed out

By the sea’s hosing.

Don’t run from the truth.

Please come back to me.

You can’t turn away.

I know you love me.

THE LIGHTHOUSE

THE LIGHTHOUSE

“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room 
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

SHOULD I?

Should I?
Or shouldn’t I?
Too many decisions
for a bear.
The weather is turning colder.
Snow is beginning to fall.
Humans are retreating
to their warm homes.
I guess it’s time for me.
Goodbye world.
Goodbye snow.
Time for a long nap.
See you in the spring.