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shepherd
they call him sheep shagger the lonely man that lives in the shack on the hill I heard that he was the last of the shepherds in this area everyone else sold their land to big company except him he lives there with his sheep.
held
i held him close. i looked him in his eyes and saw his father in his nose, the curve of his lips, and the expression on his face. they say that upon looking in your newborn's face you fall instantly in love. i cannot say definitively that i did. i held him close. i looked into his face for the love that i was to have for him, but all i saw was his curly black hair. i brushed it back to which he cooed and in that moment I fell in love.
rise
i watch as his chest rises and falls rises and falls he's sleeping now a real sleep his eyelids flutter his lips tense then relax comfortable in the crook of his arm my cheek on his shoulder i lie here watching his chest rise and fall i love this man and i cannot imagine doing otherwise.
radio
i listen to the radio i cannot sing along i cannot change the station i listen to the radio and lie here in this bed i was a young and reckless kid who believed himself invincible i played with fire i played with hearts believing that i would live forever i listen to the radio i blink my yes and no i used to fight i used to yell, but now i listen to the radio i lay here trying to remember what i did before i listened to the radio, but all i remember is that i was young that i stood tall and that i didn't care about what i did, because before that night i was whole.
torch
The torch burned bright for those lost the men returned to the village their spirits high again they have defended the borderlands many men had fallen more boys than they were men their blood flooding the plains the bones trodden in to the soil forever a part of their home fertilizing the land that they fought valiantly to protect the torch burns for them.
booth
sitting in the booth waiting for him i resign myself to counting the the people that pass my spot behind the cafe window one he is a man tall handsome and well dressed i imagine that he's going to work in an office two a mother pushing a stroller i'm sure it's her first baby because she smiles and is attentive when the toddler throws out his bear she picks it up and wiggles it in front of his face until she and the baby are smiling three an old man hunched over his cane he mumbles to himself and flips a coin in his left hand these are the people that pass me while i sit in the booth and wait for him.
bones
I wanted to be in his skin. I want to be beneath his muscle. I want to be his exoskeleton. I wanted to be his bones. I want to be in his marrow.