Square Dance
Tyneil Phillips
Mid autumn morning wind
funnels leaves fallen
to make way for another year
to circle back beyond
the cold breath of winter.
The ritual dance to seasons soon
commences in celebration
amidst a musical score
of technological crescendos
along this city street.
As a plane roars overhead
an unlikely square dance
ensues about my feet
as the wind swings its partners
and the leaves do-si-do.
Love Poem
Tyneil Phillips
There are reminders of you
in open windows and supple wind
before which breaths are taken slowly
and anticipation feels the same as loneliness.
Amends
Tyneil Phillips
Lightness curls around
the tips of my fingers
locking my mind
in a web of etched
palms turned upward
delicately sweeping
this mountain which is me.
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