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My fingers are shining
in the underwater afterlife of memory
searching for the nipple-sized mollusks
searching for the solid nature of things
left over from having lived a life
at all
That new rain smell, specifically
I remember that,
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For you –
because you deserve more effort
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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all sinew and shade, soft curve of the hip
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A quick hello
Sent at the wind's mercy
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Well, I can tell you this much. The balance of my illusions about the underlying nature of mankind grew into grave doubts the day my brother was shot dead by a revenge-seeking Lebanese investor during a business failure bankruptcy in Southern California
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the bartender refused him drink because of his baby face, and so he sang
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My Grandma caressed
my sleeping Grandfather’s feet
as we sat in his hospital room after hours.
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
for a drink or a smoke
I would beg and curse and steal
if I was a bum
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope
I would not vote for anyone
because I would know truly
they’d be telling gross lies
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Wet September in Eureka, Jasmine blooms profusely. Perfume scents waft free. Rain drops might be falling nails; sparkling needles when they slow . Second gasps of rose blooms sprinkle petals. Sprays of other flowers, names unknown, attract green Hummingbirds. Promiscuous…
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It is a strange world, dawn.
You may find yourself alone
with your God, the old, and the
young. Very likely a bird.
An old one out hobbling past on a cane,
a small dog trotting from bush to bush,
sniffing a pile of leaves,
jumping back, st
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each word a simple life lesson draped in velvet
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