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***
Sheriff
Saguaro stands tall near the trail
where
I amble along on this path
wearing
my tan Cocoa
Chanel
leather dungarees..
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***
Books
stacked 10 deep
on
my dining room table
a
rainbow ladder when climbed
tells
me I don't grasp poetry.
..
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***
Monday
begins poachedwith
whole wheat toast,turns
train travel acrosstime
to a bargain antique store,a
gold pocket watch on a ..
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***
My
cousin creeps in late
at
night dressed as Mercutio.
I
feel again the stabbing pain
of
guilt. His hand, a tarantula ..
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***
100,000
swallows inside
blue
glass
canyon walls in downtown
Tulsa,
they
turn.
Here,
it is gray. A Chevy Camaro..
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***
Without
her protecting tree
the
Pink Lady is helpless
lying
on the ground with her sisters.
Bytes
announce t..
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***
The mandarins
are in a
sack.
Easy peal
of laughter
as children
play.
Their Halosmorethan these treats
transferr..
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***
I
got harddoing pushups,
sit ups, pull ups.
I
became a nail.
I
got hammered, pounded,
driven
to find out ho..
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***A poet is not the best choiceto dig a hole; a poet tends
to digsideways and too deep.Occasionally a poet will strikea vein, not gold, ..
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***
When
the bat cracked
against
her skull, I knew
I'd
be blamed; I was holding
it;
I had swung it; I forgot to check
..
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