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I eat lime pie highon a bar stool, Russian poetrygathers sun on the table.Such sophistication,my work shirt barely reflectsthe…
My mother doesn’t haunt these parts,Any visage of her just foxfire,A green glow from a green gone world.True, my pulse…
The old ways renew.Re-invent the wheels of changeStartled, start again.
I am relieved of poetic duty today.EveryPage in the land has turned to stone.Breathing holes have been cut.
Another grey day breaks against the coast,Shadows of seals bark as slips of white foamSink into the sand.
An empty cup holdsthe promise of attention,A spoon stirs the dream.