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Grandma Knew Better
My life as a poet as I know it, is over for the moment. You don’t bend things, they break. You don’t date things, unless you want them to stay. Otherwise you might have to say go away. A spent...
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The Difference in Change
You’ve got to think, when you’ve given it all and there is nothing more to give… Did you enjoy the way you lived? *** Feet planted in this section of the planet trying to save nerve while managing...
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NOW
I see you are clearly starting to plant your ubiquitous presence in my heavens. Art and Stone alone block the outside view of Winter. Wind blows on an old building. Places we’ve been together: with...
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This is for you April
I’ve known better from the beginning. For years winter season has been collecting all of my trimmings. Dirty socks, ragged leather boots, gloves worn through, and the truth shown proof. My face is...
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a city shell (and individuals)
Fleeting acquaintance which grew like trash As each fickle feigned word exchange passed, Few thoughts ring true while coming through Comprise this changing layered bunch of you.
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Grey Sky Day
Overcast clouds open to A downfall of frozen crystals; Which sparkle broken on the ground, Under foot. A straight wind carries me off – strong, To far, to present, to past; Grey sky day Take me away....
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half made up
Half of my person, my body, my ghost, my own; though you are outside in the cold, wind through bare trees blown— near thoughts in the mind—full, on edge a clear glass of water in my saliva, in my...
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