Tangerine-seas quench my day-parched soul,
With the hope that maybe tomorrow,
Will find it new and whole.
As the sun descends and light fades out,
I inhale deeply of it’s sweetness,
And expunge any doubt.
For the night is coming…time to sleep,
And dream of new, better tomorrows,
Yet, first I’ll drink and weep,
For the yesterday which burns away…
In the horizon.
K. Aldaya, 8/25/17
Tangled in life-spring wells;
By sharp unexpected swells.
In inescapable cells.
By swift screams of fare-thee-wells.
K. Aldaya, 2/20/05
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