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In
June
We detoured down a dirt road,you told me of growing up thereracing barefoot across gravel roads,sea bass in moonlight,when..
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Free write
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I chased a shadow of a cloud
slide north across a green field
In the silence of early afternoon
I wished I could grab its rim,
get carried to a ..
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I cannot wonder why things turn out the way they do:
sky pouring rain against the train window,
Slant and definit..
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We listened to wind swim through raspberry fields,
as we lay on straw and hard earth,
laughing under a white sun.
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At night on my balcony, in plain site,a full moonand to the right of this floating pearl,the city skylineIt is cold, but bearableand the mason jar str..
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work in progress... needs editing
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just the beginning of an idea I thought I'd share. ...
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Blue sea of BonnetsIn fields where we lay laughingHere I do belong
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just a little free write.
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