97 6 1
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I trip on the dimples, pimples, /
divots camouflaged in the sand
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1131110
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diving felt like my body was sparkling wine—glug glug glug—filling up the flute
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and there is no climbing up/
to any height, and the sun/
is cloaked by cloud,
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25300
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9111
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There is nothing to do here but exhume the dying.
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1279149
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Maybe tonight, maybe next week,/
maybe only in my waking dreams,/
I’ll teach another lesson-
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6922
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“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.”
My hands shook; my heart raced;
My knees felt like Jell-o©
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130883
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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88710
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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3210
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And the mind is racing
Spinning donuts at all
The intellectual intersections
Of life
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136085
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It’s a grey and stormy day naturally
We’re crowded into a tiny bus shelter
as it pours 57 varieties of cats and hounds
They keep hitting the pavement around us
with the splatting sounds those animals make
when falling out of the heavens
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95511
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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840
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We perform our chosen duty—/
naming beauties and atrocities
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769127
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“Hrrumph!” was almost audible as she turned/
to sniff behind the chifferobe for fresh/
green trophies.
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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