choice

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as i walk to the car
i thank the universe
for the healing drops of rain on my face
and thank my lucky stars that the rain stops
once i drive to my destination
high winds animate the stagnant air
the sun smiles brightly

joy in my heart
these small events
which don’t mean anything
mean everything to me

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

the shadow side

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early spring is the shadow of summer
it is inconsistent
and subject to a random snow
it fears commitment to the sun

buds on the branches
hang shyly in the balance

how i need your summertime
to shine on me
but if ever the skies
refuse to rain
don’t scorch me
in the drought
and come december
don’t leave me

forsake the passage of time

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

easter

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sunlight made him a legend:
photo flash upon his halo,
overexposed,
color faded by the glare,
face obscured—
one eye,
half a smile—
what’s left
is misted over
with radiance.
in awe,
we pour illusion like water
over his tired feet,
though to think,
only yesterday,
this same man
was a solid figure
in the darkness.
we could not see
but knew him then
by virtue of touching
with our hands.

©A. D. Joyce, 2018