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Traffic

a poem about change

Marguerite Floyd
Nov 4 · 1 min read

I traffic in possibilities, turning them like colors
on the Rubik’s cube, hoping for a pattern, endless
combinations just one square away from what I seek.

I remember the dates of deaths
of friends, so many scattered
throughout the months of every year.

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Marguerite Floyd

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writer, editor, poet, parrot person, author of four books (available on Amazon, of course)

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