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We've stepped through to this Earth before, more than once,
And moved among the analogues of the people we love,
To tell them our hidden truths without bearing the consequences.

Three Line Thursday: "The Next Morning"

You've stolen away before dawn, before I could escape my slumber.
The sheets still own the languid curve of your body
More than I, for all my trying, ever did.

Three Line Thursday: "A Hole In The Water"

You know how seasick I get, remembering our honeymoon well,
Yet you spent all that money on that damn boat;
I can only assume it's to sail away from me.

Three Line Thursday: "Angels 33"

I waved as you boarded, watched as you took off,
I come back, have for years, to sit here patiently,
For as long as they'll allow, waiting for your return.

Three Line Thursday: "Sea-World"

Take to a boat, run up sails, find the wind,
Just as a reminder, because it is all too easy
Forgetting that the world is ocean, with only occasional land.

Three Line Thursday: "Cohesion"

It's like a marble, she whispers, leaning in closer still.
She's ensorcelled by it, this simple bit of natural world,
As I am, in my own way, ensorcelled by her.

Three Line Thursday: "Array"

So many portals, in rows and columns and trailing loose
As if an orchard planted and untended and spread wild,
Through each of them a new world we can disturb.

Three Line Thursday: "Dad's Weekend"

That's where I stood and waited, for you and him,
Where we always said we'd go together as a family,
So it would be true, if only for a moment.

Three Line Thursday: "Wax"

We burn, each of us, for all of our lives,
Until, all our fuel exhausted, we can burn no more.
But sometimes, having burned, we leave behind a beautiful residue.

Gimme Shelter

The trees bend to shield her head from the sun,
It is said, because she is good and kind hearted,
But I think it is because they, the trees, are.

Three Line Thursday: Droplet

It is an entire universe, with settled laws and shape
Scrambling desperately to life, spreading and multiplying beyond death’s counting,
All of it, of us, held together by surface tension.