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Morning

Morning

 

Wandering merchants angle about the bazaar wondering if their gold intake will take them far. The birds ruffle in their cages, the callers call out their wares, the buyers hold their hands behind their back as they lean in to inspect the peaches and the pears.  With time, the smells, the sounds, the cleaving of the meat. Get it all here my friends get it all. Get your merman and yo...

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Summer Night

Sue heard it in his voice, a quiver full of arrows, a high stakes game, a little old cloud in the sky. She saw it in his eyes, the fading light, the tunnel in the mountain, the grazing deer, the bellowing train, the seated man. They stood there in the rain. She said little if anything at all. The rain poured, the yard a deluge, a vestibule, a shower. A renewal? A sad scene? A redemption? Or maybe ...

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Sheila's Moment of Clarity

A candle in the wind a soft breeze                                                                                                                              ​​​​​​​A hairnet on the table, a puffed-up fable, a leaning in for a question, a deferential stare, a denial in the night,         a getting used to it, a left handed slap, a belch upon a healthy diet.                                       ...

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Snack Time

 

A wall, a solid wall. A wall of stone or glass or steal? 

A wall reaching to the sky lost in the atmosphere

A circle dancing in the sky a halo if you will

A golden shiny spinning sound

A square fall upon the earth, the earth goes round and round.

 

He needles through a meditation wondering if its a mediation.

A lasting blow for a glassing foe with feats so undemure

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Clara's Dream

 

Clara’s Dream

The timer started at the beginning, but she didn’t hear the bell

She slept through the night in ethereal delight tossing and turning

Sweating it all out

 

They fall to the ground, the trees sway in the wind

A cricket dances in the grass, the grass grows a little long

The song is a little mute

 

The dead dance down the hallway feeling the air

The scr...

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