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What she saw, grainyBlurred at a distanceShorebirds, swampersLittle cackles, short callsA bird sitting, sunningIn a steel chair, divine.
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So small in that casketWould have wanted to shareLeft them years agoWalked into long deathIn the hospice tendingHer mornings nightsHer kids were there..
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When Sue risesThe beauty growsIn her morning gloryOpens to sun.
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Waits at breaksSlow walk to the edgeWashes rock and sandFeathers, glass shardsRounded struck by sunWandering downhill joinsGreat water and why.
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That glass of water in handCondensation, the beadingSo elemental, of the earthAnd rising to mouthTo take away, replace, sateGrace swallowed, end in us..
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Watching TubeLooking forInspirationDay afterVisuals trailingLike smokeDrifting offInto nothing.
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Plucking and strumming Sierra and MollyVerse away this plane, tinny and time wornLook the other way see Del in the hollowFarmers fields, tick, tick, t..
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City crushec like a parchment ballPulled apart, no symmetryThe terrible things young menVisit upon old men, womenChildren wail, lost, aloneThere is no..
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Nothing more than a sign the young ignoreOn the way towards bright lights andA path through decades obscured, lostMisadventures become a weight heavyB..
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Tossing the line downCoils flit and falterFall into outstretchedHands. It's like aReprieve, you climbUp and out of the holeYou've thrown yourselfinto...
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