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***
Yes,
I kidnapped their Schnauzer,
(he’s
fine, gnawing a dog biscuit),
and
yes, I sent the invitation,
(typewritt..
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***
Back
by the stream
when
you stopped
to reposition
your
backpack, your
phone fell out,
and
the
stones in the stream
b..
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haiku
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***
One
would think melancholia
would
subside over time --
it
never does --
This
stench
is of
the rankest kind..
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***
The
pain came unexpectedly --
more
than a thorn
jabbed
into my bare thumb
from
forgetting gloves and mishandling
..
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***
Last
night, my mother died
for
the second time in my life.
And
you celebrated. It’s hard
not
to overreact when ..
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***
For
just a moment we’re on top
of
the world; then, we start to fall
again.
This
is love
filled
with ..
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***
Hot
air
keeps
balloons soaring,
passion’s
response
to
the bellow’s breathing
fire.
A limited edition
..
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***
I
wrote down some words
that
formed a road; I didn’t know
where
it would take me.
I
stepped on the pedal,
..
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***
There’s
only one third
of
the chocolate cake left;
my
waist wears the other
two
halves, tipping the scales
at
..
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