The real Ella

I knew the real Ella M.

A face on the wall, the plaque in the hall

The great dame of corruption

A legendary center fold.

But I knew the real Ella M

Her wit quicker than a whip

And deep seas of doubt that haunted

Her iron clad pronouncements

I knew the real Ella M

Her dark eyes hiding

Our shared​ happiness

A great moon over an ocean

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And I killed her.

Vacation time

The heat of day at variance with

The sleepy city where I wander.

I don’t know if this is boredom

Or just a peaceful clime.

Tried of high tides but

The streams are too shallow.

Old faces are comforting

But nothing stays the same,

Emotions falter like the shadows

Of leaves under the sun and breeze.