Distress
When you are in need,
wounded one,
call on me
Be my One
and I will hear you
and rescue you
from whatever fires
rage around.
Mailbox
I'm going to make a mailbox
in the shape of my face
So I can chew up junk mail
and digest love letters.
Terminal
invalid
I am approaching
a season of ending
who will amass
my family photographs
when I am gone?
HR Creel
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