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We do our best to bloomUnder extenuating circumstances:Rooted in clay or stony soils,Exposed to unforgiving heat,Deprived of water for weeks on end.In..
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I. (Seattle)Seattle, city:Human desire expressed in verticality,As in: children stacking blocks,Madmen climbing lampposts,Seniors calling "Bingo!"Stra..
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Could this be the best year of my life,When that elusive hat trickOf financial security, health, and loveCome to fruition inA hard-to-maintain equilib..
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Spartan imitation of the Algonquin--Papered table, paper napkins,Metal chairs on tilty tiles--Is it worth even mentioning this rabble-gabble?The volub..
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Rain like a plangent pachinko machine:Stuttery silver spheres clatter down,Making endless binary choicesOn where to ultimately land.Each puddle is a f..
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Now that my body is falling apartEver so slowlyDespite my best efforts to prop it up,Why do I feel an urgencyTo conceive and commit sordid crimesThat ..
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Phony thunder.Those aerial bursts in the distance--I used to enjoy them.Now? They are no more to me thanSmoke and bluster, banal ritual,Igniting the h..
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It is far easier to lose old friendsThan to make new ones.The meekest insult, the slimmest insinuation,And the deal is off; the pact that weathered ye..
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Call up a cloud to cover meHere in the heat of midafternoon;Send me a shower of August snow,As once I encountered in British Columbia.Grant me the pat..
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I could tell immediatelyFrom the downcast eyes and shuffling feetAnd the stench . . . Don't you ever take out the garbage, man?That this would not wor..
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