Independence Day Sonnet

Dear Uncle, you try to infect me with rage,
honestly I hope I never reach that stage,
it can't be healthy at any age;
just as you shrug me off as naive,
I can see you're not so sage.

Despite the things we both believe,
(I cling to hope, you live in fear
and nostalgia for yesteryear)
I suspect we both agree
there's danger in complacency:
revolution's never won,
freedom's never free!
Liberty plays host to Tyranny,
our common goal to cure that phage.

Seed

Carried on the wind of culture, was something novel,

less a seed, more a pollen granule.

Dangerously far from reality,

the merest hint of potential

floating, wafting, drifting:

perhaps settling within a mind

in full bloom, copulating,

yielding a seed, pure potentiality.

Half threatening some pervasive perversity

but equally promising perseverance,

or perhaps only preservation but, certainly of hope.

Tempting Fate

I knew it wouldn't work, not with her. There was no obvious reason, and I think that's why I pursued her, I had to find out why. And I did all the chasing, altho she never ran, never hid, never made any effort to deny me, in fact she encouraged me.

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The first time I saw her was at a coffee shop, something melodic and 80's was playing. I'd been reading through abstracts on the web, nursing an iced tea as an excuse to use the wi-fi. She came in and I barely looked up, catching a flash of ginger hair and a white tank.
A few moments later, she was standing outside, taking off her backpack. The movement caught my and I looked up, our eyes met and she flashed a smile. She looked so young and innocent, I decided no to acknowledge her, instead diving back into my reading.