minna

your constant honesty and kindness,
along with your ability to remain sweetly
composed in the face of chaos, is even more
amazing than a boy with wings plummeting
from the sky. i love all the little things you say
and write and do, just as i love the intricate
details of a favorite painting or the subtle way
trees turn gold in the morning.

at 8 AM lilac seeped into the sky,
and we chased each other downhill to the lake.
as we swam and rode foam-crested waves,
i wondered which shone brighter: the sun as it
glinted off the cool green water’s surface, or you
as you grinned and shouted with glee
over the roar of the wind.

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hale

at dawn, you rise
to catch
a blood red moon –
the joker fell as king;
your blade sang
as it sliced the air
and made it bleed.
in your dreams,
something
bird bone hollow
settles in your chest.
a robed crow surrenders
a sword identical to yours,
but lonely stars burn out
before you can accept it.
you see nothing,
feel only
damp feathers.