I Swear

the mind is a fickle thing:
hope but do not always trust
in promises of the moment

Promises to Keep

I’ll pay you by a kiss today
for all the bitter yesterdays
and promise joy tomorrow
and a day, as collateral

Throwaways

passing on the bridge
the beams hold still
from the weight
of lovers’ locks

I peer down
into
the sea:

a graveyard of keys

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