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Miraculous
Sometimes a mechanic puts a new engine in an old car sometimes the rain washes the stifling heat and dirt out of the air sometimes roads get repaved and smooth besides, selfish worries can disappear wheel-quick sparks can heal hearts and I can hear luck returning
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I'm Three Ounces of Whoop-Ass*
standing patiently as the barista counts his daily charge. We meander down the two steps to victory, and hustle politely to order coffee, a noun that starts with A+! The fawning benches of wood welcome Friday morning drop-down Thursday evening regrets. The expert hands at the grinder unload coffeehouse crowns. Poetry…
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Penny Picture Poster
Flaming ginger hair in parallel black and white pictures above the two twin boys in stiff hats ready for engagement back in Europe where battle devours days. Two facing pictures, one wounded with rips under her chin from years rolled in a tube marked precisely and forgotten. His ship's deck sunk scared quick in 1942. They…
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Small Potatoes
it really doesn’t matter what mockers say I know that giving love is a much bigger endeavor it’s a bigger vegetable! food and shelter for the needy our boys did a heroic thing! helping others in a grand way I love them for doing it! eleven million dollars strong it can wipe away a lot of insignificant self-pity to see such…
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Concert 3
The pianist plays to an audience of one during a tornado warning. Her fingers ache with memories applause based of graceful ovations while grunting windows deign to quit their day jobs. In France practice sessions scheduled with the waking sun's hustle of illuminated skies dropped to long-term reminisces falling. A lone…
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Concert 2
He painted the piano towering fearless with rectangular grey shadows and white for definition, and holding court in a concert hall lucidly bold with bright 2D flashes. The centerpiece. Circled by whimsy of flowers and sewn garlands of firs, this monster, this roaring lion, this wood qualified for the show. Dwarfed by the…
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Concert 1
The backdrop unfolds in angles, corners where we see sound sit. Strands of greenery, a catalog of natural sliced firs detailed with positioned roses poised three inches apart. Repeated paint patterns completes the walled white noise. This scenery possesses and soothes, conversations spurred to break down walls when she…
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Woman with a Veil 2
A cigar wrapped with a lavender band lays on her indigo velvet purse, and when she removes her card of four her hand regurgitates it on the dealer's green. The woman with the veil gambles softly and wins constellations. The cards nightly uncover chance and requests logically timed in street theorems of sidewalk cities. Her…
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Too much to say, in fragments, in multiple parts
if you can understand fragments without explanation, just parts it’s hard to sit in love for a long time, unchanging it makes one desire action i hear of these couples meeting, marrying, from here but not us no, it was just a long drawn out carrot never to be caught is it any wonder it feels safer to stay out of it? you…
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Waiting for Madeleine
If the train arrives on time. What is time to a rail system that's always broken. I wait on the platform for the Red Line with some early risers of tempers thinned because of a six-week trial - track work rhymes with Friday morning waiting for five rings on the clock, and welcomes pastry shop chimes. A chocolate covered…
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Afib
Too much caffeine instigates heavy beats that I feel on my left side. Such a curse! I demote brewed loyalty drastically and stare into mirrors while I rehearse the lost roles of coffee lovers worthy of Oscars. Caffeine is my craved for hearse, but is it really so bad? The known fees of a pained, repaired heart, but coffee…
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Second Choice
I walked to the second choice because you were locked past opening time. I walked past the sprightly green cafe with not-great brew and welcoming furniture. I walked fast across the two-way street, past homeless, two men on either side of the street. The vast craving pulled tiny tricks, divulging clues of pen and paper,…
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Is it Really That Bad?
To ruin life remain addictionless, and schedule bills direct-deposit paid. See your time as Go Fish instead of chess when strategy wins relief like a blade you approved cutting your skin, and address your word against the gossip unafraid that you will fail. Correct justice of less weight from choices unapplied and…
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Public Transportation
I took my sweet time going home Friday evening. A visit with friends with books they recommend slays stray graying time that pays back with heat that wraps my head in dismay. I see the woman in blue, and I think nothing of her standing on the sidewalk. I walk by. She starts to walk. Then I walk quickly to pass. She starts…
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Waiting for Pastry
I brew my coffee at home, but sometimes it's best paired with pastry before work time so I walk driven in the humid slime of DC summer air gasping out rhymes. At 7 am this cafe opens, but pastry staff deliver the filled bins closer to 8, so expectations den tough internal exclamations of, "When?!" Horrible disappointment…
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Woman with Grief 2
Tomorrow's to-do list includes taking the cotton off the puncture hole. It's bound by adhesive strips that move when taking a shower. The cotton ideally round and fluffy - soft and puffy for taking pictures of make believe animals found in 1970s gift shops - taking note of how blood sticks to it without sound. People in…
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Woman with Grief 1
It's been two years since her return from war. It's been three years since his fatal campaign. It's been two years since influenza scored more deaths of friends who with her drank champagne in crushed glasses celebrating. No more years to knit like knotted rope that begins with burnt ends and unravels written lore. It's…
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Woman with a Veil 7
Jess returned home under a five-grey sky with no one waiting stoic with open arms, and a car with windows up for dry conversation. More returning women walked by and past, and one offered a ride driven by an older sister parked in slanted sideways. Never acting the shy ones, all three merged, bettered war-roads driven.…
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Woman with a Veil 6
Gwen feels eternity erupt in sound when she's tilting into arms of strangers. She's placed onto an empty stretcher found when the past occupant died beside her. The screams filling moments of pain just found are a last sensation she would defer, but who schedules these instants must be crowned a tin man, or a martial…
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Woman with a Veil 5
Gwen's leave ends, and she carries a few rips in her veiled hat that slipped drunk as she sipped wine (unknown), ate cheese (unknown), on her trip away from torn boys, sewn boys with breath stripped. Schedules of surgery ignore curfew, but those in charge hold the needle to sew what the knife deemed acceptable. The shrew…