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Light split the surface across
a beach stretched taut
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skin of crushed velvet the color
of dried hydrangeas
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The moon hung,
A thin slice low
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When I was ten we drank rum
from a barrel behind an old bar
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I smiled – Not at her-
down at the wintergreen tea and cranberry muffins,
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I want a house on an angle sideways like me
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10 words
and yes sorry
i am watching the wizard of oz
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thick stalks
resist dull blades
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Dead ahead some five miles Siesta Key light craned above the horizon. I scaled the ratlines of the main shrouds for a better look and made
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Pierrot in vain holds dignity
About him clockwise, fold on fold,
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why didn't i ever do that? become a tree hugger
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random passageways emerged
from between fenced gardens
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~~~what i thought of her~~~
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white hands glanced with light
across your shadowed brow
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sitting like a baby in a fairy tale
in her pilly and too tight cotton sun-suit
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his turtle shelled toenails are inspected
by cuticles vestiges of garden dirt
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past one in the morning
i douse my headlamps
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This year’s holiday house was down a dirt path that boarded a salt marsh pond by tall wet grass and the harbor. The smell of fire was in the distance and when faded was replaced by rings around a fresh moon through fog. The w
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a drifting
grey quiet fog
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Sprawled upside down at
The bottome of the stairs
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Snake creek veins stood out on
His temple
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Hungry obsessions rolled in
Emotional speedballs
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We dallied under
Vine maples and sapling alders
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migrate slowly
through dead skies
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