in the fog

late at night

they come 

they travel down mountainsides

within water molecules 

by gravity

then rise up off the grassy banks 

as condensation to hover

low over the city 

the full moon witnesses

the harvest. the lost 

souls

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cycle 1

bending the river

we cycle through 

minds meandering

gears clicking

hearts pumping

thoughts and chains 

sometimes

derailed

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taking leave

the days they made up in the shadow of war

visiting friends in the country drinking wine 

lugged from France. leave lasted about as long 

as an echo of a song. back to marching across

Europe he stepped out of formation once

thinking of her of their favorite dance

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u turn

after the poison

left my blood

weakened i was

not yet dead

agonized by

the one who plotted

against me 

in ten days 

i turned

flirtation

away...

my breath 

my thoughts 

left resting 

my heart beats 

brightly 

whose longing 

knows

what you 

turn toward

grows

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shadow

the wishing well was full with well wishing

when it was sincere

the tallest trees leaned over us

the record spinning

throwing shade upon

the fear

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dead of morning

one forlorn morning

zombies closing in

central market was depleted 

the many filters black and wet

with grounds

the town ran dry of coffee

we the people cannot believe

throwing manuscripts out windows

we follow and retrieve

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drafting

one way to start fresh on a piece of writing is not worry about anything. let the words go. care less of punctuation which can be righted in the editing phase. come back to it later. let the rhythm get top billing. storytelling gets VIP treatment. this is a free write so let it be free.  #katyamills