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A bed should be a quiet pool
And not a roiling, foamy flume;
Beware the signs of turbulence--
Look, look! A ripple mars the sheet.
A bed should be..
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What has happened to us, to "society"?
The Pandemic failed in terms of deaths
But succeeded in spreading apprehension
And fear of personal interact..
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So flee then, child, with cheetah-haste,
Or faster if you have the legs!
Ten months of sprinting as you streak
Across the incognito plains.
You co..
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I'm getting old and sore and creaky, verily I am;
My joints are in rebellion, my vitality's on the lam;
I've fought decrepitude with drugs, with exe..
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Do you think that group photo makes it right?
Are you saying my absence completes your circle?
I'm still there, you know.
I'm the ghost where now t..
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A full and frilly peony:
Temporal, fleecy, sumptuous,
Neither peacock-proud nor grossly garish
Like a pansy benched in a mulchy berm
Or a ballgown..
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Little colored squares piled up,
A motley stack of tiles,
A onetime swath of Roman floor
All broken up,
Dismantled pied mosaic begging
Reconstruc..
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Go softly, children: flit away
And ride the howls of history;
Sweet morsels never mangled by
The monstrous mouths of eulogists,
Let not the archeo..
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The wires have been hot
With news of deaths these days.
My class has reached the age
When youthful optimism
Has dribbled away, and belief in longe..
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He seems so distant to us these days,
Not just in his farmboy recollections--
Tales stitched atop sere, Midwesterly lives--
But also in his social ..
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