Checking back
To feel the breeze.
Sniffing the aroma,
On my knees.

In the extreme.
Hollow words
Squishing me.

Maybe not
So meaningful,
Or the meaning
Is lost on you.

Can we meet,
Perhaps, half way?
Can we call
A truce today?

Will there be
Better days?
Will we find
A nicer way

To communicate
And vent?
Are you out of
Shape, now bent?

Let’s surrender
Finer points.
Come together,
Despite the noise.

We can do it,
If we try.
Making up,
So we don’t cry.

Lovely words
Don’t mean a thing,
If we can’t
Our souls bring

To the table,
Banish all our
Little lies.

We will find
A better way
To make peace
So, please, do stay.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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